Adrift, somewhere
Between cybertastia
And doing the laundry
Hating the mildew in the bathroom
Loving the flights of fancy
Wondering how in the HELL
I got here
Listening for the next knock
Wondering who it might be this time
But knowing
Whoever it is
He will be just a phantom
Of my imagination anyway
Adding some more drops
To my contact lenses
Hoping to clear them for one more day
'Cause the only man i seeeeeee
Is the shadow of someone
I once tried to love
The man
Who still touches me
In love
And in death
(I'’m alive)
I keep looking around
Trying to figure out whose life
I'’m living
Writing, writing, writing
It’'s all here in black and white
Somewhere

03/17/2004

Posted on 03/17/2004
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