Friday, April 26, 2013

Ideas



Ideas

So many people
Each with their own ideas
With their own thoughts
They walk around
Unable to express themselves
An endless haze surrounds them
They aimlessly wander the world
Looking for someone to listen
There is no one there
No one to care
So, many of the ideas die
Unheard and unrealized
They are just no more
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