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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