Still Shouting
By Cally
Not asked, Not considered, Fleeting through the mind? No, not for a second Not you: just your kind. The dawning of illusion The germ of an idea Never asked or considered Never drawn near This is not for sharing With the likes of me Your dream, your hero worship Your Epiphany. Not cut, never cast, No role to play in this Never thought of in your lime and fire No mouth, no voice, no kiss Off; you run ideas headlong Screaming passion raw Never thinking, never pausing To know you've shut a doorHmmm, not sure about the structure any ideas would be appreciated :) This accompanies "Deaply Dissatisfied (or 'Shouting')" and "It's not you (or 'Stopped shouting')" Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 07:04 AM PST 0 • 1
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