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Created on: May 01, 2008
I'm up at 2:24am with pen and pad in hand,
A grin appears on my face and it won't go away.
How peaceful it is to sit with no radio,
Computer or television to drown out my thoughts,
And rearrange my fantasies.
Everyone is sleep now and there isn't anyone
to disturb me and my writing.
During my chaotic days I crave a simple
5 minutes of quiet ( it doesn't happen,
but everyday I wish it.)
But I have it now and I aim
to take full advantage of this.
Oh to sit in pure silence with no immediate
worries to bear.
Ti's rare to find a moment like this,
filled with so many minutes to self-reflect.
I ask myself...........
Who am I really?
What all do I want?
And Who do I want there with me,
when I feel everything has gone wrong.
I spend my sleepless nights thinking, plotting,
praying, wishing and hoping.
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