There's someone I'd like to be
not me
There's someone I'd like to see
reflected in the stream
There's that who'll never look at me
There's that who I'll never see
There's a line of people waiting
and one of them is me
and time is passing me by
and I can only see
the one I'll never get to be
3 comments:
reading untitled III so simple, so deep, it reminds me some lost feelings.
inspiring.
WOW!! I never thought anyone would ever read my blog.. except for some friends. Thanks for your comments!! It helps to keep on going. Thanks Alex (a veo que sos mexicano, yo de Uruguay je)
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