April 4, 2011

Refined Stone

The Tempest increases,
Seeing less SF faces...
People settle in- building our own castles...

Hustling, bustling, no destination on the charts,
No golden ticket in sight...
Enjoying fair skys/stormy weather.

Always looking for the next thing,
Bigger, better...
Don't slow down/lose that frown...

Love for everyone, love for no one...

All there is is rest, at the end.

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