Oct 26, 2005 19:57
in the long long grass
you went gone and been mystery
you look to be looking
click clock tick tock clock
it, hand-held untouchable
a screamed quiet loudness
fail( u r )e, fut( u r )e
you don’t know (anything)
any every some
you’re a by gone be by gone
a perpetual looker until
you (be quiet) dead always
nothing finding meaning something
- - -
we are,
the (e)
e
n
d.
of
the (n)
ow.
underst
(and)
(d)
i
minut
iv e. -
~ Just me [scared to death.]