Monday, August 28, 2006

so I guess this is what it meant
I guess because I can only dream shattered dreams
even my dreams have no form
running this way and that, just as the wind
not of my own wish...the world is a crewl place

So maybe this is what she ment
maybe she didn't believe in it
maybe I was one of the many
phases of life will rise and fall
and once more I can hear failur's call.

There's only so much I can do
I'm watching all warmth being glossed over with blue
yellow's and oranges, all lost thier spirit
Perhaps the past will stay in the past never to surface again
My instinc says one things, while my hopes say another.
My hopes are far from this place.

Sundays always suck.

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