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no time for the in and out love, just came to read the meter2002-12-23 @ 4:36 a.m. Insomnia
The day�s glow passes the wooden door, My eyes burn; yearn for a chance to fly, Wondrous night mocking me, I try. Light teasing the edge of dark. Shadows brushing up against the calm, Wind singing, whistling on the pane, The melody never changes; remains the same. Light teasing the edge of dark. Electronic messages echo throughout, Accompany me, sympathize with my fright, Conversing, smiling-but are out of sight. Light teasing the edge of dark. Gears running faster and faster, The brilliance of a new day threatening, Desolate existence aching my mind, The eye of heaven shines the grass, Its arrived and another night as past. |