Wednesday, February 17, 2010


Why do I sit and why do I wonder
Why do I try when I know I can’t
Why do I think and why do I question
Why do I cry when my heart is spent

Life is a bubble floating in sunlight
Colored and beautiful waiting to burst
Life is a dessert withered and scorched
Teasing mirages quenching my thirst

Save me from your reasons
Don’t lie with your heart
If truth is what you make it
Then love is all that’s left

When I am old and when I am silent
I will have many stories to share
No one will listen and no one will hear me
No one will care that I traveled this road

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