The world goes round and round
While I stand still
Nothing seems to change
Even if there is the will.
The will to move forward
The will to evolve
But that leaves me the question;
How can this be solved?
There are no answers,
There is no solution.
I'll always be stuck
In this mind full of pollution.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
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