Rhymes

Dwelling in the past, memories never last.

Work for a better day, slave for a better pay.

Keep your eyes open wide because there is always something to hide.

Wish upon the stars to keep your hopes of getting money alive. But throw a coin to the wishing well and you'll find a dime.

What am I saying? Does it make sense? Am I just babbling or I making cents?

Far from sight, chasing a flight.

~ 25/6/12 ~ 

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