Thursday, September 12, 2013


Twisted up my future
So I can live another day. 
Foreseen no reasonable outcome
As the cold wind remains

Even in the summertime
Some candles burn still. 
Now all colours are gray
& compulsion takes a hold.  

Tears don't mean anything.
As you watch down the same street
For motion going by...
(Is it in the trees that amounts the energy,
That amounts our sanity?
In believing that there could be 
Something more than this... )

New lights shine what use to be darkness
But my eyes are to sensitive and so are the emotions...

To just try or fail to 

L i v e   A n o t h e r   D a y . 

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