Oct 30, 2005 23:48
i wonder sometimes
how much i have grown
will those that knew me before
recognize me when i return?
ive turned bitter and cold
i care no longer
the futures uncertain and the end is always near
i long for love for hope
for better times that i dont need to stand my guard
my guard is exhausted
but this is the reality that life thus far could have never
prepared me for
this is the reality i fear
i wish elijah were here to find my lost axhead and make it float.
ive survived wilma
the world was turned upsidedown
i went riding mary's bike in it to feel it breath
and it blew a spanish style shingle off the roof where it dropped on my foot.
ive turned into a ghost
it wanders the streets where ive tread
where ive been before and where i will return
i float on
these people will not miss me if i choose not to return
nor will they realize my absense.
anny talked to me today
i miss her and she wants me to move to germany
where i can stay at her house for
a few weeks.
rob i hope you can come with me