Feb 23, 2010 01:17
In the middle of the desert,
wandering around for a hope,
and distant mirages of hurt,
struggling hard to cope.
just a drop that's enough,
of all that ocean that's you,
to break this hand-cuff,
to liberate this soul, that's true
ticking away the ruthless time,
stealing away those cent and dime,
fiddling around for that lost rhyme,
rushing to catch that last chime.
the only thing that I ever knew,
snatched away before it brew
into something transcendental,
into something fundamental.
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