Tuesday, May 18, 2004
So... some questions.
why do people have to think
like people?
how do people think?
the way that perspective works
is confusing.
i tried to be here for you
and you couldn't see
i'm sorry i wasn't loud
enough
life is a bowl of cherries
how is that?
it isn't. i just like saying it.
oh.
the beginning, still, is here and
i gave you everything
i could
only holding back
this
which is my everything
that is not yet in my hands
to give
i cannot grasp it
my soul
the me that is
deep
below the me that is
not
here you find only
this
my shallow aspirations
the silly slowness of
my mind when
i am tired
not everything is impossible
though we often seem to think
so
i found you here
five days ago
you're gone now
nowhere man 4:06 PM
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