Monday, July 27, 2009

All that shines through the clouds ain't the sun,
the skys' just a cover, for the birds to roll.
All that you think and feel is not all that is there,
between the start and end of a blink, its a new world there.

take it all on your stride,
because the other way the hill goes falling down.
The guitar riffs shall push you on and on,
but then its the fingers that bleeds, making the tune.

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