Saturday, April 23, 2005


Ive fallen
I always was falling
Now Im lying on the pavement
My words splattered all over the cement
The sun has dried them up
A message old and broken

Could you digest this stale confession?

Like water it would flow threw you
But I’d feel it as if it were glass
Ripping and tearing my flesh on the way down
I hold my mouth and refuse to let this fly
Fighting with fate
I run during the day
I run in my sleep
Time expired me
All is hardened
Closure is nothing but a dream
The finish line has disappeared
And I’m still running

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