| subject: | Homeless or The Art Of Not Flying.... |
| post date: | 2008-07-09 09:03:07 |
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Ten yearz iz a long time.
Itz also just a blink of the eye.
Friendz, Family, Enemiez & just Passer By'z die.
New face'z & new passionz take the place of old.
Where once I hide between sidewalk crackz,
Now I dwell within ivory hallz,
Constructed by my past only to be torn down
Again & again.
Five yearz is a long time.
Itz also just a ripple in tha pond.
Friendz, Family, Enemiez & just Passer By'z die.
New face'z & new passionz take the place of old.
When once I would sleep in the dank recesse'z of indulgence,
Now I face the searing light of tomorow, with a blood inspired tear
trailing down my pudgey cheek.
Be healthy.
A year iz a long time.
Itz also just a breath, escaping from parched lipz.
Friendz, Family, Enemiez & just Passer By'z die.
New face'z & new passionz take the place of old.
I would have liked to...
If only I could have....
I know I should have....
I think I still could.
Yesterday was such a long time ago.
And yet it seemz like ten yearz.
Friendz, Family, Enemiez & just Passer By'z die.
New face'z & new passionz take the place of old.
And yet they never realy leave, They never realy die
They never realy stop,
We just keep going on, and on.
Friendz, Family, Enemiez & tha Past....
I Watched them all while sitting on a sidewalk,
Hungery and waiting,
Waiting for the Future.
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