I always found it odd that I never found the people I thought about
and all it took was going out
I never see the faces I used to anymore
and it's because it's my own face that doesn't make it out the door.
people are doing the same things they always have done in and around town
I've been shackled in hibernation in a hole in wall
in which I will call an apartment
I never see myself anymore; the only mirror I use is to brush my teeth before bed.
I always blamed fate for running into people in bars, coincidence, serendipitous
the world can give you shoes but you have to tie the laces
I never see the faces I used to anymore
and it's because it's my own face that doesn't make it out the door.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
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