Sunday, April 8, 2007


The thrill of her chase used to be about impossible dreams in the future
And wrestling them into submission

Now that nothing’s impossible anymore,
She finds herself thinking often of the past
Conjuring visions of how life would’ve been, if it hadn’t gone the other way

Nothing spells unachievable
Like what may have been…and wasn’t.



wiseling said...

very profound... caught in a web of one's own making, eh?

educatedunemployed said...

Hey there, I had received an invite by you a long time ago for 55's.Thanks a ton.

I don't blog at blogspot any more.I have moved to wordpress.My loss completely, as I would have loved to be a part of this blog.