May 24, 2004 14:37
I walk through the day with my head down
Seeing everything except the way.
Sidewalk cracks read patterns cemented in memory.
Faces and intentions, all the same
i am a portrait..
just like everyone else.
Time walks by my side, but i cant keep up.
Night follows and i lose
only to start this race again...mid afternoon.
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