What if a wish were scientific, everything made sense and existed without math,
Impossibilities, infinites and stuff? … Never mind. I'm out of mine.
We would probably be living in an almost perfect world. You'd laugh,
At how everyone evolved without fear of the image that appear starring at you,
In the mirror.
Daring you to look deep down to the bottom of the ocean-ego you know.
How shallow dose its radiance dace around you?
While shadows try to pull you in and drown you... without a way,
Where will you go?
There is enough air (in a perfect world) to share,
Enough water to spare and,
Enough sun for everyone.
If only I could reach so high,
Enough to pull that ball of fire down from the sky...
I want to give it to you.
Dreaming the future first thing in the morning,
Swimming through the mist, And,
Everything seems to persist just as I'd wished... in the afternoon.
I see a clear blue view...
Looking into an infinite new.
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--Last edited by Waffle Bob on 2008-09-02 20:25:33 --