Laughter and the dim light
flickers against the brick walls.
Moments of time as smoke curls
around me as I gulp down
the brown liquid.

Why is it that time is
only filled with regret?
When time has already past,
and moments past is moments
gone.

The smell of stale hope,
and the sound of book spins
creaking against a new force.
I can sit and watch as my time
slowly slithers by.

Yet was I that young and full
of regret of my youth gone by?
Has the tragic nature of mind
only see the past and is blind
to the future?

How tragic you are to not see
the hope that many people bring.
A pathetic creature you are.
Can you not see the world around
you?

Can you not feel that these moments
are but a bundle of memories that
will only be gone in a second?
Only till now when all is said
and gone do you realize it is
to late.

So let time pass and let your
memories be sad thoughts better
left forgotten by many you effected.
Cause your name is only a curse in
their mind.

10/08/2004

Posted on 10/09/2004
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