One of these days

When I stop dreaming, and hoping,

and start working with plain facts,

I might start coping,

I might relax.

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One of these days

When I stop the search, and cease the fight,

Maybe I will be alright.

And if I do come to take off my mask

And face the world in all its glory

I might be clear about my task

And finally understand the story.

Then I will settle any debt,

But not just yet.

Ah, this is one for me to ponder, Anneke.  I wrote that before noticing the title.    I like it a LOT!

18-07-2010 om 21:35 geschreven door Anne Stone