With out a life of my on

by darin   Dec 10, 2005


I sit sometimes,and start wondering why,if i was a bird would my life be the sky,but i am only human the ground is my home,i wonder if the birds dream about walking home,do the worms in the ground think the same way as me,laying under the surface,wishing they were fish in the sea,we are all important in are on little ways,we will probly never change but we can day dream for days

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