Monday, July 27, 2009

Riding the Thermals

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"In a place like that, someone like you, can either climb ...or slide."
It really is your decision to make

But these claws weren't meant for holding on
and these wings weren't made to fly

We aren't falling, we're streaking across the skies, light from our shadows lighting up galaxies.

The universe is a large place

and there have to be more
Isn't one large enough to get lost in?
Isn't one small enough to always be found in?

Darkness helps, but I can't sail time up stream yet.
The wind's on our side though...
I suppose it's all we need.

Climb or slide?
Fly or fall?
I'm just gliding, sir.
And yes, I do know I'm on fire.
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Now playing: Bob Dylan - Knockin' On Heaven's Door
via FoxyTunes

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