Monday, December 05, 2005

the plans were made, but never came
doctors came in, one by one, streaming
media and multifaceted words.

there is a breaking to be reached, and
come get me, ready to go, down these roads.
its not all that great, its not all that dark,
and home is the place i will never go.

the incense stings the teared eyes
and for a moment reality shattered.
you were so great to me, and the roads
we both took, though differed in appearence,
never deviated. go home.
maybe ill meet you there someday.


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