Monday, August 27, 2007

Old Wastes of Time II

Folklore, a woven tale

spun in reverse

to see an end written, stitched into a picture

simply put, we all live with what we did or didn't do

now this place, blindfolded and spinning you 'round

then splitting

two worlds as a whirling top

one far away filled with good

one far away filled with evil

wonder where you sleep these days?

all these slippery silvery memories...

frozen guilt evaporating while time faithfully dies

refusing to sink

you still pretend to swim with pockets full of change

waging a war screaming

not drowning

escaped the buildings

destroyed the 7th secret

6 more for the number

left for those who are lost.


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