by Alexandra Eyre

Created on: August 28, 2010

It's so easy,

To fool yourself,

Into believing,

That the world is gone,

All the problems,

Are behind you,

But inside we know,

That's a lie.

As I sit,

On this rocky shoreline,

The wind blowing against my face,

The forest is silent,

All one can hear,

Is the faint rushing,

Of the creek.

I think I'll sit here a while,

And let myself believe,

That this is all,

Just a dream,

And one day,

I'll wake up,

With nothing in my way.

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