Stretch, Dream, Fall
25/11/2008My arms are too short to reach my goals.
My imagination outshines my abilities.
My aim is true; my arrows are bent.
I see in the morning but am blind by evening.
I fill my mouth with more than I can swallow.
My dreams are sweet; my nightmares true.
On land, I stumble; but in the water I am beautiful.
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