All this talk of change; the search for Hope. We are aiming the scope at the wrong Human. Hope and Change resonate within those we bring into the world. Look down, you'll see them. Growing like grass, their brains like a sponge in the Indian Ocean. Only we can filter what they soak up, a leader to help us along the way. Innocence is never forever. The World is not kind, but these blades of grass contain the ability to clean up our snail trails. Leave your salt here, the future needs to be hydrated.
3.04.2009
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i'm not sure if the words are yours or not, but either way: wow. you're a writer...
they are from my head, ha. thank you.
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