Monday, September 14, 2009

Wind down the window
And fly away
Escape the sun
Outrun the day
But everway you turn
You're still the same
You've different ground
Beneath your feet
But nothing's changed

The feeling
A star burning
In outerspace
A pinprick of light
In an empty place
Try to reach out
But you're all alone
A face in the window
Of a hollow home.

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