Friday, October 29, 2010


yet though my lamp burns low and dim
i'm reading on and on
sometimes i feel like i will never stop 
just go on forever
till i am gonna reach up and grab all the stars
in above sky
to see the world as the world's not
then the world seemed none so bad
wait for a while
I am happy 
till i woke again
then i saw the morning sky
the world it was the old world yet
i was I and my things were wet
Book is on my chest
for sometimes
For some books
They are just a  load of  crap.


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