Thursday, October 28, 2010

Glances (Poem)

Is there anyone out there

Can anyone here me

Words lost in the darkness of comotion

Runnin, spinnin, gettin through the day

Nobody sees anybody anymore

Hearts pour out to strangers passing by

Glances are all the time our souls have to spare

Jumpin, jogging, thought to fleeting thought

Thinking is a novelty of the past

Freud had too much time on his hands

Just blame it on the mother

Stabbing, hurting pain seeps through the soul

Everyone has it so just deal

Everyone knows it isn't real

Take pill, who needs to feel

Is there anyone out there
Can anyone hear me

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