My world is a bubble,
I'm a tiny speck of dust,
I'm a builder of castles,
Out of the sand of the past.
I fly high with the wind,
Reaching out to the sky,
As my thoughts wander farther,
Even higher I fly.
With the truth I acquire,
Even more things I know,
On these steps of my journey,
Even taller I grow.
Alan Lupsha, August 2000
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