Another time another place
Perhaps a different night
What seems so wrong at the moment
May some day be right
Revolving
Like clockwork
Around lifes precious machine
Play the game
Make the scene
To bitter to chew
To sweet to spit out
Savor the moment
Don’t drown it with doubt
Thoughts racing
Dreams escaping
Spinning confusion
Trembling, shaking
Purge the silence
Break the chains
That forever bind
What beauty remains
2007-02-13
20:04:36
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