My eyelids are tired, but I can't close them yet,
Today I must run, keep running till I am safe,
Run I must till I can run no more,
Run I must, and run I will to win the bet,
My legs are tired, but I can't rest,
Lest, should I risk of letting them closer,
Lest, should I risk of letting them get past me,
Lest, should I risk of failing the test,
My hands have weakened, but I can't wait,
I have to dig to find my bone,
I have to dig that hole all alone,
I have to dig before it gets too late.
Somewhere Life Is A Figment of Imagination
Monday, July 04, 2005
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ohh the excruciating pleasure of hard work en success
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