Saturday, November 14, 2009

At the end of the day, you wake up, and you realise.
You see what you couldn't see in the brightness of the sun, and the light of the day.
You see what was hidden by the butterflies, the bees and the chirpy birds, and blooming flowers.
You see what was hidden behind those unspoken promises.
You see what was behind those cottony white clouds and the sea blue sky.
When dusk arrives, the clouds part, throwing away their facade, to reveal the dark stormy night sky.
At the end of the day, and at the dawn of the moonlight, when our dreams go to bed, and reality wakes, that's when we really rise, we wake up, to realise that things will never change no matter how much we dream.

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