What doesn't fill this mind?
As the one's that spend time,
Be the one's only I can answer, only I
We do not only span distance and deep water,
But dreams and age
We do not only believe in what is thought of,
But of what we gain
Those who walk amongst us never offer,
Our castle in the clouds on sale
The one's down earth who hustle after,
In the eye of the phantasm -- Holy Grail
Maybe we span distance and high waters,
Through dreams and time
We believe in what it is we thought of,
as well as things we find
To reach what it is we speak of,
Impatient prays for God speed
A little ironic is it not?
While on our own two feet
Dallas Shea Smith©
March '10
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