Sunday, July 29, 2012

Mysterious


The real world is like a forest;
Dark, mysterious, and confusing.
Trees keep us from looking ahead.
People get lost, or live searching.
Trees of nature block all around
As we feel dry leaves on the ground.

Maybe there’s a city beyond;
Blue skies, level ground, and nice cars.
We will reach such a diamond,
Unless we don’t brave these cougars.
Some people break to the forest;
Some live life avoiding this mess.


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