Love and rage, on the same page…
Lost innocence, and what your life represents.
Stuck in the image of vernacular, with everything seeming so spectacular.
Sins and repentance, while keeping a safe distance.
Ignorance in self-defense helping the resistance.
Stuck in the beams of the evenings vespers, ignoring the faint whispers.
Long gone in your mental crusade, with the future that you softly pervade.
Fate intertwined in the glimpse of a dream, where everything isn’t what it should seem.
Basking in the memory of your melancholy serendipity to blunt ignorance and stupidity.

12/22/2002

Posted on 04/14/2003
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