Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Things are just things, but I'm sure that's bad enough

Penny's are good luck,
Until someone picks them up.
Then, they are money,
And they serve one purpose.

And a church is just a house
Until groups of people
Of one religious belief enter it.
Then it becomes a house of worship
And serves one purpose.

And dreams are only dreams,
Until someone says it has meaning.

And life is just people breathing.
It was never anything more.

January 7, 2008

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