Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Untitled #4

4am and she calls me

With questions of life

Asking me

Cause she thinks my answers are right

What is that I want?

Like Mr. magic 8


I’m just as blind as you are

19 yrs ain’t enough to know whats right

The future in hypotheticals

The current in disillusioned carpe diem

The past just calcified stone to decorate the yard

Confused and dazed

Knowing with out knowing

She knows

Guided by a blind Seeing Eye dog

It’ll lead you to its tail

Question Cleo

Fire and lies

And what do you have…

A burnt tail.

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