Saturday, November 14, 2009


as i move forward
i look backward
as i feel happy
i feel sad
as i feel loved
i feel hated
as i live
i think i will die
as i pursue my goal
ma goal runs away from me
as i look for love
love turns away
the wind whistles empty news to me
i still hear the worlds
the tree lies down by my bedside
it will not grow again
it will wither
my mind is playing in the air
will pursue it in vain
it's lost
as i seek help
i get the other side
i am lonely
but i will talk to the loneliness
it speaks you know

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