Almost


Growing, ever flowing
Feeling, ever seeing
Seeing, ever being
I wonder will I ever get my meaning

Searching for the truth
Will I ever find it?
The secret of stolen youth?
Oh never mind it

Tell me how high
Will my moods go?
They never see the sky
And my eyes also

One more thing before retreat
Into this black hole of defeat
This whole thing is just an act
Cos you see, inside, I've cracked



© 26th February 2001
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