As the beast of burden collapses inside
and your aware that you can’t hide
As you grasp at your formal affair
and you have nothing left to declare
Another passing embrace in the game of synapse
and your the only one left after the collapse
Dreaming back to every sacred moment of time
back to that feeling of once being sublime
Dropping in at the wrong time and at the wrong place
where to be them, you cant look at their face.
Another slipping grasp into life
another stumble into a new wife
Basking in the memory past
and to loves that didn't last
Grasping at a single dream of happiness
The tangible dream that can bring only bliss

10/14/2003

Posted on 10/14/2003
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