Spinning on the rail, a lost soul cost
just another person wandering among the lost..
dreams fade and new ideas come to mind
but when I look around, I can't see that I'm blind..
Speak of the past in hopes for the future gained
so maybe next time everything will be explained.
Rhyme and reason failing to show the true matter
while all my dreams fall from place and shatter.
The earthquake of might and magic
where everything seems just so tragic..
the light, the noise
the girls and boys..
the sparkle in the sky
the way we all have to die..
for a cause, for just lost
never to attain the real cost..
Just another child lost in the amazement
while looking around at this madness we represent.

11/16/2001

Posted on 11/16/2001
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