Tuesday, February 10, 2009

today like everyday

strange, the past time of the day.
watching people and things fly away.
i could care less about amusement
if i wasn't sentient.
now i must be infused with stories
that are hardly that of my own.
a curious rest about the future.
as if angels sit beside me now
as i write the contract of my life...

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