A Boy, And A Cosy Dream
And A Wish, To Cross The Mighty Stream
Thru The Deep Waters, Thru The Rusty Winds
The Boy, Clinged To His Juvenile Whims.
A Boy, And His Flicks And Flings,
And Darkness, In That A Diffused Belief
And Darkness, That Stings and Watches Him.
The Boy, A Blip That He His, A Binge That Seldom Clicks...
Cribbed this in an awefully boring training session...
on 'Six Sigma'...Much as I try to comprehend these 'important' concepts these days, it all sounds greek to me...Some day I wish this numbness will get over, someday it'll all open up...Someday.
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