Wasted Chances, by Matthew Grode
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My life is filled with second glances,
Times when my imaginnation nearly dances,
I wish my heart could lead the way,
But yet I stand with the inability to go or stay,
My mind has built this giant fence,
I use it as my emotional line of defense,
Never really changing course,
Merely trudging along at minimal force,
Untill I find myself in one of my trances,
Thinking about all my wasted chances
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| Posted: 2006-01-10 00:57:22 UTC |
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| 2007-05-18 00:40:07 | Angel of Music |
| Excelent! we should all pay more attention to the chances that we have now. I loved it! |