By: Lucinda Kerrigan
Written: December 27, 2001
Copyright pending
I may have twisted image of the world,
Or the world may have a twisted image of me,
But I am remaining strong like a rock.
Time stands still in my mind,
Yet things continue to move,
From this point onward,
Stretching and reaching,
Towards the light.
This image in my mind,
Is forever expanding,
And recreating the rock of time.
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