I'm a soul that's trapped in a pine tree,
A soul which has no right to be,
A flee,
or a bee,
even the cheapest tea,
trapped forever in this tree,
where a dream is a lie,
and a fly is a pie,
nothings true,
all are false,
let's wonder if a day that comes,
set me free,
to discover this dream which is to be.
Ian?
Really that bored kah?
Well, i understand, same here...
That's quite a nice poem =)
Michelle.