The head speaks of forgetting
Don’t make me wait for Godot
Years go by with nothing
Live it before it passes you by
The heart lingers
On the thoughts of maybe
Of what ifs and what could be
Clutching to the slightest of hope
Tomorrow
Someday
…
15 years ago
2 comments:
Doesn't sound like you, C. No use pondering about stuff too much. Just do it! Whatever happens, happens. Am I right or am I right?
Samuel Beckett's Vladimir and Estragon are no longer in the crossroads! They are no longer waiting for Godot! They are getting off their arse and pursuing him!
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