Stinging in my eyes, this feeling of loss
like having to live a week without the sauce.

I thought I knew it all, but that was before you
while you just look at me, like I always knew.

I thought it’d be logic that drew the game plan
but now I know that I didn’t even understand.

Struggle for nothing, to end up nothing.
but in recourse of it all, I choose to sing.

If I’m just a sack of bones to one day become dust
then I’ll have to scribe my name in the earth’s crust.

08/30/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this thinking about my work and what it really means to me and to other people and if this will survive me or I'll survive it...

Posted on 08/31/2003
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