| Stop that train! | ||||||||||||||||||
| Walls plastered with rules These feel! Now, fools! ....myself.. gone perfected skill fly away far, travel at will. choose my destinations well, select to tell or not to tell how i choose? privilege mine choice was good? will tell in time I spin my ball, I spin my plates I throw my pies, I tempt the fates Case re-opened for appeal Time to back way up to feel __________________________________ You? whose briefcase reeks of broken dreams Mine? emotion heavy streams bursting knapsack experience explodes firedwork innocence reclaiming life. don't care how resurrecting here and now. december 99 for nic devine |
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