Monday, March 8, 2010

The door was locked

There's a difference between living and breathing.

Because you saw the sun, and heard the wind whisper.
You sang the words, and played the beat on the drums.
You walked the mile, and watched the journey.
You carried the weight, and cried the tears.
You uttered the phrases, and bowed down somehow.
You had the dream, and walked right out of it.

But you never really felt any of it.

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