c r e e p i n g
days
rush into countless years
as we tumble
round the wheel of time

moments sneek pass
even as we go
unblinking
into a future
already told

with hands upturned
and thankful
we hope
for a world to stop turning

and the fates
to be fooled
into believing
there is chance for change

10/23/2004

Author's Note: although my pen put the words to paper...this wrote me...

Posted on 10/24/2004
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