My heart beats dead
While the green is stopping -
The red makes hopping.
Wherever I go,
I see the flow.
I want to push
That rotten bush!
Between two worlds
I make my words.
Its like illusion
To fight diffusion.
Ideas of wrong
And standards of right...
My world is spinning
Around the winning...
So what if we lose?
So what if we win?
Our real diamonds
Come from WITHIN
By Everita Dave-Worley /2004/
NO STEREOTYPES... LIMITS...INSPIRATION...FREEDOM...YOU...CROSSTHERED
