Life, throw your worst at me,
I am ready for you.
Finally, that feeling is free,
I know it is true.

Drift away from all of it,
it doesn't make sense.
Make of me what you want,
without the pretense.

Ananomity is my real name,
I can't be seen.
I drift along in this world,
like I'a a dream.

I can't wait for all the bad things to come and pass.
I can't wait for them to leave, they can't last.
I hate people who come to me with the idea to harass.
Feels like I'm walking with no shoes on broken glass.

05/28/2002

Posted on 05/28/2002
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