Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Riddle

It now is hard inside and soft outside,
But ought to be the opposite.
It changes from century to century
And yet remains the same.
It puts its trust in many things
That soon will be no more.
It rushes forward at a great rate
Forgetting its past wisdom.
It strives to reach for the heavens
But alone it can only fail.

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