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Last night,

I laid in this bed.

And I stared at the ceiling,

and I wondered.



The darkness causes the mind,

to drift into a world.

Of infinite possibilities,

everything is possible.



But this evening,

in this world.

Nothing happened,

I wondered about nothing.



Thoughts ran through my mind,

but they were not infinite.

The dream didn't come true,

nor did the hope for tomorrow.



When staring into the darkness

I usually see a world.

A world that is mine,

but that evening was different.



I stepped into a world,

controlled by doubts.

By fears and imperfections,

so I shut my eyes, and hoped for a better day.



12/13/06