I am confused
not knowing my future plans
The days pass
like a feather in the wind

It comes and goes
like lovers and friends
It's impossible to grasp
and gone before it arrives

I can't fathom it's complicity
like the calm before the storm
like a flash of lightning
Try not to blink, lest you miss it

Seems as though I wait an eternity
for the good times to roll
It's loads of fun, upon their arrival
but before I can recognize it
it disappears, burns out, fades away

The boring and unfulfilled
are endless days
Nothing to be done
except wait for the night

10/15/2001

Posted on 10/15/2001
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