Monday, July 30, 2007

Stop.

It's hard to stay focused when all the world begs for your attention.

Hard to stay clean when everything is spraying inkblots of filth.

Difficult to stay rooted when pulled in so many different directions.

Hard to deny what you're expected to accept.

Mountains can be moved, oceans may dry up.

Where will I be at the end of this wild, wild goose chase called life?

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