~ Them ~

Them
6.11.04

Moments confine me
They want to make me just like everybody else
I breathe the same air, but somehow those fumes don’t cloud my mind
I’m not trapped in that clock
It’s counting down the seconds
Seconds of emptiness
Intsead I’m bound to memories
They weigh me down like chains
I still hear the clock ticking
It sounds one way now, but turn it upside down and it will change
I try to tell people that and they think I’m insane
They don’t even listen
And I’m supposed to mimick them?
I’d rather not, really
Some say I don’t have a choice, but then I laugh
They’re so very wrong
Sometimes it feels like these memories won’t satisfy
I make new memories every moment, but I barely even recognize
(Could not recognize
The look in your eyes...)
Sometimes I cheat
Then I’m just like them
And it is not good
(What is it
That we call good?)

<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
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