Éire go brách!

Not really, no. I say the hill's to steep, and I'll talk and talk forever but I'll just never climb.
I never go through with anything. And I'm not living.
Why am I telling you this though? People don't really care. People do not care. They simply don't. That includes you and me.
I've become a part of the people, I've become a part of what I despise the most.
I've become me.
And I'm not living.
People lie, people cheat. And we don't care. We don't care. We don't.
I can cling to dreams all I want.
But never will they be real.
And forever will I be lost.
We don't care. Then why should I?

Lost in the life of my dreams.

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Land

To dreams I am blindly bound.

The world I will not understand.

Not before all lies fall down.

Not before I, on this earth, land.

To dreams I am blindly bound,

lost and never found.

Ebba 10-11-2006

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There's always more to learn,
but never time to inspire.

-Ebba