Spinning
By atia
Life doesn't always rhyme. Along the fairway of time, I stick out like a sour thumb, Torn by the winds of change I foolishly try to brave. That I am still alive through this Must imply the will to be But the world that just no longer is Means a fill and nil to me All in the same glance. The past is now a dosing trance. I'm told it's hanging by a thread But Sanity was never a choice. An unwieldy blotch of hope Seems to give my days a voice, And the nights are best left unseen For fear of what alone might mean. Consider I am not alone; It never was a crime to care, Or else I might have been told. Just wonder what these threads could bear. Let's weave a web of sorts and speech. My words are the idealist's sin. Leap, bound, recoil from life Simply reach out and spin me in.Pandora22 thanx for the idea :) Written January 26th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 03:36 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Life doesn't always rhyme...."