Fix your feet on dusty ground,
Take the road less travelled by,
Lose yourself where none are found,
Let your cracked lips brush the sky,
If you should journey to the seashore,
And strange wonders which you long for,
Then swear,
Nowhere,
Lies a canvas worth compare.
Sing a song amongst your dreams,
To an audience of stars,
Let them guide you cross the seas,
Never ask them what they are,
Then you might listen and hear breathing,
Or perhaps a soft heart beating,
If so,
Then know,
Love and time with time forgo
cc Mike Vella 2009
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