The soul of a happy man
Monday, February 18, 2013
Clot or clutter
No direction, no goal
In a black hole
STOP signs all around
Speeding tickets abound
All colors are prettier
But then, green appears
Eyes blind, hands tied
Clogs to stop the ride
Is it a clot or clutter
Death or just a passing matter
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