so tangled up that the truth becomes a lie
and the face i love i now fear
the confusion of me has it proved
that nothing is ever for sure.
this is my proof that my heart
is the sun and the moon
and the clouds that hide them
inconstant ever changing.
always the same grey face
behind the wall there is little left
open space and my star shooting away
and so cold, so cold is this abyss
where i cant tell the night from day.
stories blend, words are assumed
emotions mixed and muddled
and all this tension that looms
and i am just becoming a spectacular wonder
fireworks will fade
and mere sparks may remain
but we all have our supernovas
that we could never really explain
and bits and pieces break off
one of those chards being me
and i wonder where it will stop
and when will that come to be?

i have to wonder where
my star will fall
when it all
comes down.

01/17/2003

Posted on 01/17/2003
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