Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Ramblings are my own delight

I am fed by the screen I spend my hours with,
With colors extracted from my own might
Throwing them away to the hearts unkind is my own folly
But I can’t seem to put up a fight 
 
Fading is my nature not inherited insight  
Recollection is game of passion alright
Though rationale makes my story watertight
Something in it doesn’t always seem right 

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