white by William P Struckestaring blankly at the wall white underneath and covered in memories watching and waiting for that perfect moment to reflect undisturbed by random trivialities decide upon future decisions - if only I could force a temporal rift and travel back to my past, reorganize the wall. paint a red, green, or blue background, hang a golden star on top. then I could sit here now, or not and succeed. without knowing how, when, or why place my life in future's hands allow happiness in... but time is not my friend and I have no eager method, so that moment never comes and while I wait in eternity life passes by crying fast I do no see it, but nothing is as nothing does and here sitting I remain, forever staring blankly at the wall. 05/19/2003 Posted on 05/19/2003 Copyright © 2024 William P Strucke
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