the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

At Your Service

Throw your shrapnel into the offering
And pray to god that you'll make
Something out of the last few moments
Of your guarder railed life.

Make the final marks on your test
And cross your fingers for the rest
Because it's all a gamble...
So roll the dice and close your eyes
Put your blind trust on the table
And keep your mind on the prize.

This is the new year,
This is your new cheer.

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