Seven strangers. One house. So many things gone wrong...
Just a Note: This is Not intended to be a rip-off of the MTV show "The Real World".
A distant
night bird mocks the sun;
I wake as I have always done
To freshly scented sycamore,
And cold bare feet on hardwood floor.
My steaming coffee warms my face;
I'm disappointed in the taste.
But there's a peace the early brings;
The morning world of growing things.
I feel the moments hurry on;
It was today it's died away,
and now it is forever gone.
And I will drink my coffee slow;
And I will watch my shadow grow
And disappear in firelight;
And sleep alone again tonight.
