I never set out to be weird. It was always the other people who called me weird.
Frank Zappa

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Pardon Me While I Wax Sentimental

Impatiently, we wait for you,
Barely containing our desire
To know you.
Our very hearts beat together
As yours, yet unformed,
One day shall,
Together yet separate.
Your destiny unknown,
Your very name remains shrouded
In the mystery of the moment,
Yet we know you well,
Young stranger.

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