Back and forth
inside my eyes of space
Space to breathe
Can't stop
I need to find a home
I need to find my own
Nothing is said
instead we are mute
How can the blind world
lead me where I need to be?
I can see better
None of it matters
It's all high hopes
There's nothing left
It's not my place to question it
but I don't care about that

10/30/2003

Posted on 10/30/2003
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