Saturday, November 3, 2012

Poem: Reality

Sheep do not look at eagles and wish that they could fly.
That would be stupid.
What I am is a real construct,
made up of memory and influence. 
Dreams are different.
I can no more take the things I want and live them
then the sheep can, 
it is not a question of determination
I am no more capable then them.

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