Friday, April 25, 2008

Parallel Days

I'm living in parallel days
Every day is the same
Dancing the same routine
Treading the same path
Gazing at the same sky
Travelling down the path of life
With no horizons
My world got bleached into
Shades of gray

" To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

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