There's a certain sad anonymity
In being average decidedly
None are so plain as you
None are the same as you
Normal being far from the norm.
I woke up this morning
To a day no different from any before
In that it was completely different
From every one prior.
Somehow the 'average day'
Feels like nothing so much
As being sawn in half.
Friday, September 21, 2007
On being inside time
I lose myself inside today Rattling against walls Smooth unmarked unyeilding With the futility of An unwatched clock Today is much too vas...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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