Write me a line or two
A progressive tone from you
Why holding my head down
I am no longer wound around you
I swear I was sulking it in all
A pseudo reality to rise and fall
And despite my sublime awakenings
I find myself again human and waiting
Patiently in line with elevator music
Filling once sincere responses
With empty ad-libs. Blank
A thought has just sank
The dawn now has its essence
Talking now with others has substance
Walking in the rain now has its claim
I don’t know, what or whether to blame
And if I wake and no longer see
Its just because i have not been me
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 7:16 AM UTC
Write me a line or two
A progressive tone from you
Why holding my head down
I am no longer wound around you
I swear I was sulking it in all
A pseudo reality to rise and fall
And despite my sublime awakenings
I find myself again human and waiting
Patiently in line with elevator music
Filling once sincere responses
With empty ad-libs. Blank
A thought has just sank
The dawn now has its essence
Talking now with others has substance
Walking in the rain now has its claim
I don’t know, what or whether to blame
And if I wake and no longer see
Its just because i have not been me
11/26/06
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