6 June, 2005

Toodles

Anonymous

I’m wondering why I’m here right now.
Shouldn’t I be sleeping?
Time passes faster than the wind blows.
What is it I want to do?
Where is it I want to go?
How did I get here?
Empty thoughts
Broken glass
Unlucky spirit, paranoid.
Let it go, let it go
That’s what I have to do.
What,s next for me?

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