 |
Excuse me. I must turn my back.Allow me to compose myself.The world, and I have gotten out of focus.What I see should not be the reality. Why ignore..
|
|
I can always tell. The sound starts to rise.The weight of decisions becomes obvious. Each moment adds just a bit more.As much as I would like, force m..
|
|
Why should I strive for better? At least these songs are known.They seem to catch your attention. I don't know, might be the repetition.So, I will sin..
|
|
What was that? Sorry. Must have drifted.It all comes back to the words. We don't know who said them first, but somehow they linger.Some say, maybe.Now..
|
|
This is where I get myself in trouble.I don't believe in religion.Fine.I said it.Religion carries too much weight. Just dragging people along.Now, I w..
|
|
By then, I won't need to explain.Chances are you may disagree.I won't be able to help myself.I will smile.Now, we have reached the point of discussion..
|
|
So many voices... What did I expect to hear?You all seem to rage against each other. Words turning into senseless babble.Pause for a moment. Taking th..
|
|
I know it doesn't matter in the world scheme, but a friend will soon be gone.She held off, and didn't want us to know.I sent her a song when she marri..
|
|
Another excuse. Another angle.Do you even care?Words bouncing, all of them with so much authority.How many bound by reality?Only trying to make a poin..
|
|
I have been adopted. Some of you may have experienced this.She waits in the morning, knowing I will take her outside.Looks to me, "Really? That's dinn..
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This