The days got dark when I was only sixteen;
Since like a strobe covering years in between...

Hope sometimes fades that he will come along
Hope sometimes fades that she will stay strong
Visions of happiness melted long ago
Mediocrity is heaven as these dreams let go

Stability grew through necessity then;
Eating a balanced diet of failures by men...

I've held on to nothing, grasping so tight;
It's responded so truly that it almost feels right...

The future is happening every second of the day;
But the past is so close that it gets in the way.

11/15/2003

Author's Note: Living by what you know is not a crime, it's simply a process of the scientific mind.

Posted on 11/12/2003
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