The burning pain in the center...
The world keeps moving
With me unnoticed,
Thoughts unused.
Beauty not seen as beautiful,
Hated...
Envied at most...
Loved...
Infinite Clockwork,
One moving another to
the Endless Sea of Possibility.
We all walk under
The Same Sun...
Doomed forever to
Everlasting Wandering.
text copyrighted June 1997 by: Finn, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED