Me.
The Unanswered Question.
Friday, July 25, 2008
I could turn stone to sand, and hold back the seven seas
I would climb the aging mountains, and hold you to the breeze
I'd do most anything, an exaggeration this is not
A mortal man with immortal will, drowned only by your gaze, cold as steel.
One question, one hundred times
One hundred questions, one time
Too many methods, a single result
Till you learn that there isn't a need for secrets
This waiting game I'll continue to play
Be patient, don't let this resolve sway.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 8:03 PM
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