Dream after Dream, Day after day,
week after week, nothing to say.
Tear after tear, dark after dark.
Starting a fire without a spark.
Bullshit pay after a bullshit day,
running a never ending pace.
Running this mill of the worlds rat race.
A maze to solve, a love to find.
A key to open the doors in your mind.
A way to walk, a way to see.
A way to tell the you from me.
A way to live, a way to think.
to get away we start to drink.
a way to run, a way to escape.
a way to lose the definitive shape.
Death runs rampant in a ripe world of life.
A way to go with or without a wife.
A life in love, a life in hate.
Maybe you won't be lucky
and you'll have to die too late.

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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