Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Worse Words

Shall I draw pretty lines in the sand?
Convince myself
Know for myself the distinctions
Eat it all up just for fun

Or should I work hard
For something like ink or blood
A more permanent expression
That will save me from that end

The one I feel myself waiting for
The one I feel myself forgetting to wait for
The one that doesn't mean anything
Because it will be the only time
That I'll be free from meaning

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