"Your epiphany is halted
By your lack of experience.
Your words are weak
Your tongue boring
And your skin unyielding."

The first words to change
My puny life
My rocky plains
And my steadfast hope
That I could dance.

I know now,
That my legs are broken.
And nothing can be done
To save my friendships
And heal my skin.
Still...
The women plague.

01/25/2003

Author's Note: Let's just say I am going through a rough patch right now. I am jack's sadness.

Posted on 01/26/2003
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