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09 January 2012



I wish for Sands of Time
my own Magic Lamp, an Enchanted Wand
while I have given up on a witty romantic end
to my story of loss and mismatched rhyme

No more intoxication from liquor or gems
music doesn’t strike the same strings
Gluttony and a thirst for company
are what I am left with; in fact life looks funny

I wish for a miracle – for answers to a question
Why did life choose to teach me a lesson?
Excessive virtue or undying love, which one is the cause?
Or was this a simple random act – like always?

A growing conviction
the answer is hidden in the mundane
and the full picture will be revealed in time
Meanwhile, let me rebuild my little nursery rhyme