I am a nomad in the shifting sands of time
A lonely lightpole in the rain
And love is not a thing that I can find
A trackless wanderer in a world
To which I do not belong
A slowly burning cigarette
Whose whisp of smoke will soon be gone
A dreamer without a dream
A knight with rusty armour
Who can no longer move
I have succombed again
To the ever present insanity
Of this hopeless, bland exsistence
Returning again to this cracked chasm despair
I cry because I am surrounded by your presence
And I wish to gaze upon it
To be with you is like a foggy cloud
Enveloped in something I cannot touch
And when I grasp it flies away
All my pursuits seem empty
Full of purposelessness
Full of goals that lead to mazes
Hiding something I can never find

12/21/2004

Author's Note: figure it out

Posted on 12/21/2004
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