we live our lives sloppy as
the scent on my breath somedays

how i just don't care of appearances
or logic
or books
or friendship

so when i ask the question

how many lost opportunities
cause by corrupt pens and
wasted lead
lead up to some lost soul of wisdom
giving up his basest of trade

are there?

you can say

unwise and mindful though you are,
i'll make sure you never worry that
your wells may be empty, or
your pencils dull and worn.

pieces spoken,

we'll walk inside and wake up
in a whole new world of
less-than-boundaries and visions of eves.

11/02/2005

Author's Note: It's been a while since I posted one, so I hope it's okay.

Posted on 11/03/2005
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