Monday, June 13, 2005

Going On

feeling like a yo-yo in a solitary game
i have a solution to your problems
go away and leave this all behind
quiet as a fall to the floor
my dreams died a year ago
i don't know what i want to be
finding myself blind to your sort of reality
the world i have built is a stronghold, one of a kind
filled with devils and angels
i will live yet, somehow in my own perverse manner