Theid
01-02-2010, 09:14 AM
There once was a man who dreamt.
His youth, expiring.
Escape would be nice.
Decisions to be made, the hour was prime.
If a path was not chosen, he would run out of time.
So run he did, toward the door.
But it was only a window.
And he could not escape.
His youth, expiring.
Escape would be nice.
Decisions to be made, the hour was prime.
If a path was not chosen, he would run out of time.
So run he did, toward the door.
But it was only a window.
And he could not escape.