June 2011
38 posts
And on and on and on and on I march.
Deep into last week, and soon into last year.
It isnt long before I find myself in the unfamiliar place,
of that place I used to know oh-so-well.
Maybe we will live it again.
Maybe we’d rather burn in a frenzy of smoke and mirrors
before we’d put ourselves through
the suffering
all over again.
