A place for me to speak-out. A chance for my soul to seek...
' Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue, the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet;
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams '
- William Butler Yeats
Monday, February 11, 2008
Insane - Yet Again....
Cant tell what you wont grasp Cant show what you wont see For my world is a notion to you A Reality meant only for me
Bother not, if you fail to know Worry not if I refuse to clarify For my world lives in me In me must It also die
If I appear insane, so be it Its true, the way you know I care less, what you see Who I am, I alone know