Sputter in the cast away dreams of a once dim reality.
Lost in the amazement of the lost innocence and presence.

No drab out looks on the horizon with nothing to lose but our sanity...
Dreary circles on a path of self destruction and self appeasement...
Leading to this lost life of in-laws and unknowing relationships..
Speaking softly to discover the real truth behind this mask
with everyday adding on another, to do and fail, task..

Life is the means, your soul is the presence known to no one, but you.
When you look around your trying to believe it's all really real and true..
Life and love to mask the inside knowledge of a spoken aloud dream
which loses its moral and meaning in translation to the conscious world..
Who knew that this is all that would be waiting on the other side of that
wall called innocence?

Who knew the barb wire was there for a reason?
Who knew that when I crossed that border, we were the ones committing treason?

01/16/2002

Posted on 01/16/2002
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