reaching for stars:
Ever feel like you are falling down stairs while reaching for the stars. I felt like I could touch the sky, but wound up propping bars. The bars became the only place I felt the stars were reachable. I thought that the bottom of a glass was teachable..I was wrong. Now the stars are fading, but they are never gone. New ones appear holding memories long gone. Here we go again let's sing a new song.
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