Post by liQuid on Nov 25, 2004 4:45:11 GMT 7
tired infants scream for a day when the sun is exposed like a beacon, guiding them to certainty. lost words in the midst of conversation, plays like a forgotten song, echoing in thoughts not spoken. ramble in the rigid streets of youth, they are yet to know the poignancy of lifes bitter battles. And when you come to terms with the fact that you dont stand alone, will you ever lament on the days you wasted away, pining for something a little better from yourself? a little elevation? a litle treatise on being more than the sum of your parts? you should know better, cos you're still here, standing with everyone else.
bored and restless, yearning for sleep...but drunk enough not to know better.
bored and restless, yearning for sleep...but drunk enough not to know better.
