Premature Truth
By Abilene
He's over the bridge now And it's burned like all the others My tale is a long one And it's name is no further ours Never imagined he'd go back to the green past Sick with deceit & noxious fume Memory always finding it's way back To the womb Only reason to justify the things He's done Poor lad, my creature has sunk Say, finally it is so- Curtain, descend for the final time I'll say it now- this premature truth- that the only element we have to share Is the sand under our shoes. Written November 28th, 2001 © on Nov 28 2001 12:44 AM PST 0 • 1
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"He's over the bridge now..."