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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I want to be remembered To be a different type of someone, A different type of skin. I dream of the wind at my back, At my hands riding along the distance, And I know I can be a man with knees. A man that takes his hand And blows the air to the East, Where the West falls, I donÕt know, I know I can be much at ease. I listen when my neck is straight, And I believe. I believe I can Move people with the sight of my strength. I believe I know the truth Behind the oceans drift and the never-ending ledge. And once I make ease, Once I take my chance along the grass, Along the bands of people watching at last, I want to be a star, But what does that mean? What does the point of it all mean? Is fame the only way to see The dance of a million dreams, Or are we just so lightless. I wonder anymore of me, I wonder whether I can see, But I know that I will always believe. I understand that rooftops donÕt always say a lot, But from afar, their eyes still lock, And the city stays a while, On the open docks. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I love "dance of a million dreams" -- and I really enjoyed this poem. Must be a great place to get perspective, that roof. A |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo Tomer, I like this a lot. I have a beautiful view of the city from my rooftop. All the roofs here are rather flat, like my roof, as is the terrain. Bobby |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks for the responses, guys. Hope you two are doing well. Take care. Tomer |
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