One love to the next
with so much time in between
An arcane formula, a sardonic joke

The only connecting factor being
nothing perseveres
The test of time is failed
at every turn endeavored

The repetitive nature of life
mixes wholly the lack of desire
to endure with a smattering
of emptiness to create a
cocktail of apathy

Each experience connected
to form the tapestry
that will spell doom
for my relationships down the road

Won't make the same mistakes again
just all new ones
Pity me and my pattern

06/27/2002

Posted on 06/27/2002
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