A life lived wrong
A life lived long
My life that came to an end
There were no pearly gates
Or hell cell mates
A question awaited me instead
On the day I died
They asked me where my passion lied
I thought and quietly said,
"It was within the torn out pages
The iron cages
And the loud thoughts within my head."
Sunday, December 29, 2013
The Question
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