Another notion.

Negative devotion.

Leaving the lack of emotion.
Stuck in the middle of this desolate ocean.
This ocean of love, this sea of pain.
The clouds are dark, Impending rain.

The doubt that burns away the trust
and leavening you believing in only lust.

You ask for more time but get none
and all you want to do is have some fun.

You share your time with people who care not
and go through the day like some soap opera plot.

You ask God for new and shiny things
and run from the pain that life brings.

You walk out the door every time you have a confrontation
and it seems to get anytime with you I need a reservation.

01/12/2002

Posted on 01/12/2002
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