Wednesday, January 11, 2012

The Wrong End of the Truth Table

Come on!

Lets open these boxes one by one,

find the one that contain our names.

Check the one to the right,

Let me check the one to the left.

Our names are written in black inside,

Trust my guts and don't ask me why.

One of them will contains our names,

Yours and mine.

Don't ask me why.

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Having met with failure,
be brutal here.

Bury alive a few dreams, see what the blinkers hide.


Revive the dreams worth dying for,

to shine like the sun across a sullen sky.

8 comments:

Chris said...

Nice poem for the three words. Cheers.

Sheilagh Lee said...

lovely

rallentanda said...

Aha, a person who has dreams worth dying for....I like!

ThomG said...

Very nicely done.

Teal™ said...

:-)

Wayne Pitchko said...

like what you have done with the 3 words....thanks for sharing

Vivek said...

@All

Thank you!

swapnap said...

wonderful take on the words, i like the idea of reviving dreams worth dying for. Good Week ahead!

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