Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Fixing Claretta's Skirt

Don't be allured by charming savior
Don't be swept by the flood of people
Think, think and look for a change

Don't be afraid to be something different
Don't stop to see from another point of view
Think, think and come out to change

Even all the world against you
Even it cost many things you hold dear
Think, think and do the change

Even you will fight and die alone
When you feel that it is not right
Think, think and believe for change

Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, May 23, 2012
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inspired by juvenile remix

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (5/30/2012 2:00:00 AM)

    Change is the basic quality of everything living. Wonderful idea and a nice poem. I like it.

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