Saturday, December 10, 2005

you may start to think of something clever,
but what do the lies do, but condem me further,
i want your ideas to be my own and in the end,
in the end i will fail at it all.

forgive the weakness this heart embodies
the frail mind is shaking and breaking, the
moments come home but they don't stay
just forgotten ideas the never linger.

go and find me dying under a tree, pondering,
some lost idealization that never would have mattered.


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