thousands of feet going nowhere.
Every one of them has a dream,
but most will be unrealised,
in their haste to get where they are going.
Their dreams are wasted there.
They forget about the goals
that they wanted to achieve
in their haste to go nowhere.
Maybe if they stopped
every now and then,
examine what they want to do,
they might get their dreams in the end.
(7 July 2007)
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