Entry: More lambs... Monday, April 18, 2005



Sacrificial lambs
in rows awaiting slaughter
for name, for fame, for honour
to retain, or attain acceptance

Let the utopian dreams
shatter
all the pieces turn to dust
and scatter in the breeze

Its ok
They were only a delusion
Had we reached out
to attain them
they would not be
all we had imagined ...
(perhaps)

Every so often on a
soft summer day
when the breeze comes my way
no wonder I think,
this almost feels like utopia

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