Thursday, July 07, 2005

In my time

To me,
everything is you,
you are everywhere,
except with me

I see you
distinctly through memory's glasses,
but since you are blinded
by the harsh, cruel present
I've become just a blur to you

Part of the crowd
One with the mass

At some points,
your face, voice and touch seem real
and I know they belong with me
Yet these fleeting points
no longer exist
In my time

2 Comments:

At July 08, 2005 10:17 AM, Blogger Anna Pet said...

Thanks hon, that's what I was thinking when I wrote it, but I have no talent when it comes to writing music, although I do love to sing.

 
At July 14, 2005 5:10 PM, Blogger Wade Marshall said...

Why do I feel like eating a kit-kat right now?

 

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