2003-05-07 - 6:43 p.m.
i am.
no future
no past
time flies by
moment after moment
day by day
years slipping through fumbling hands
no escaping what you are
on the way to what you'll be
stuck in the void
drawing energy out from deep within
losing the battle with yourself
learning to run
but wanting to fly
away
into the soft blue sky
where withered dreams are clear again
where cool apathy fades away
with joyful tears
but the fall to reality is agony
the spirit bruised
broken
acting out the motions
a good girl does as she's told
day by day
every moment
forget the past
eye on the future
imagine what can be
no.
I am.
But when will life begin?
