In this crazy place
Of greed and slop
I no longer care
To sit and stop,
The fate that comes
I did so bring
For I can't worry
About everything,
I can run from myself
But I can't get away
Because no matter who comes and goes
I always stay,
I'm lost within
My mind of thoughts
Of what to do
And full of nots,
I can't hide
I'm always here
But I will leave
And then I'll hear.
home | alternatives | holydoor | stories | poetry | misanthrope | links | sculpture |