Perhaps it is not wise of me,
So pardon me if I do sound odd,
I cannot control my enthusiasm,
Life is seeming queer:
Oblivion in front of me,
Chaos to my right.
Years are leaping through my thoughts
Back to where I’ve been,
Interesting that I had not known,
Never suppose what you acknowledge.
Posted on Thursday, July 22 @ 22:12:13 CEST by patricia
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