Best I can describe, the situation before me,
Is utter chaos, in it's finest form
Nothing left to regret, nothin left to mourn
For this time, it's left to burn.
I don't know the answers, no, not I
Though the inner will, I try to defy.
To keep floating, stay some how free.
And keep passing by, the inner ME.
I will ignore, the pleas of my heart,
A sad lesson, all these times apart.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
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