In this empty town of empty dreams
I found I've made all the wrong choices
And they define me now,
     more than they defined me then

Everyday I reep the lifelessness
     in which I sowed
The apathy burns like daylight,
     as each day drags so devilishly
     in the face of a gilded smile.

Living in a resolute irony
Nothing is as it seems
Life living romantically unto itself
     Breathes pompous ego into the days
When truth is needed the moment grows short.

07/24/2003

Posted on 08/18/2003
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