It’s a quantitative measure of how far we are apart
For each of us has to play one’s own part
Is it limited to this world? This life?
In a world that’s torn with strife
Does it make one think about the other?
Or completely forget one another?
Really why does it seem longer?
When it is actually much shorter
Perchance we make it out to be,
More dramatic than it should be
Thursday, August 4, 2011
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