Digger168
08-17-2005, 04:30 AM
Here,...the begining of all things.
Where change is not attached to strings.
And the strange are rearranged to fit
into more orderly shapes.
The sadness I feel is no longer raped by
insanity...
Simply fostered by a well tended neglect
of ambient reality.
I wear a beggars cape
With a millionaires heart.
But at times this visage draws me apart.
I wish neither to belong,.. nor to seperate from
myself.
A crowd of painfull thought washes through my
mind like an impatient detergent.
I do feel loss.........
Time wasted and emaciated
It's only when I realize that, no matter how alone
I may feel,..others feel this too,.................
is the moment I feel how selfish I have been.
Where change is not attached to strings.
And the strange are rearranged to fit
into more orderly shapes.
The sadness I feel is no longer raped by
insanity...
Simply fostered by a well tended neglect
of ambient reality.
I wear a beggars cape
With a millionaires heart.
But at times this visage draws me apart.
I wish neither to belong,.. nor to seperate from
myself.
A crowd of painfull thought washes through my
mind like an impatient detergent.
I do feel loss.........
Time wasted and emaciated
It's only when I realize that, no matter how alone
I may feel,..others feel this too,.................
is the moment I feel how selfish I have been.