I wish life could remain just a mystery.
Not planned out to become just history.
When did the time of the unknown become old?
To remain in books with pages to unfold.
Where did all of that magic go?
And logic, have to become just so.
Oh, just give a life of wonder,
Where magic is as real as thunder.
How amazing life could be...
If it was all a mystery.
©Odd 15/12/12
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
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