Echoes Of Time
By sidewinder
Time through out time, Fading the echoes of my mind, Howling at the stars, Laughing at those questions that haunt me, Jealous faces making a mockery of what they don't understand. Feeling lonely... in a crowded bar, Smiling... yet not knowing of what might be, Looking... yet afraid of what they might see, If only... they look deep in their own hearts, Differences.... forever remain the same. March 28, 1996 Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 06:11 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 10
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