The Indefinable Line long roads longer crying sessions longer tears- short temper short breath even shorter years- 220 degrees 770 miles one broken heart- calling Baton Rouge the phone rings 3 times you hang up- and always its the ones we love that we hurt- and always we do this without meaning; justice- and always taking for granted the things we care for we blame- that same person that we took and destroyed so easily- but who cares really anyways? because in the end it doesnt matter- life is about living it for yourself and making the best of yourself- no matter what stands in the way; 29 people in all of 5 years- does it ever get any better? it seems everyone goes through everyone before settling- on what they believe is real- 20 candles blown out on an imaginary cake- who really cares when your down and broken all but forgotten- the world will move on with technological delight- and you rot away in your own personal Heaven.. 6-13-2002 The PooRe PoeT