Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Lost.



When right is wrong, and wrong is well, wrong.

When nothing's right and right is nowhere near in sight.

Questions - a barrage leashed in seamless strains.

What do You do? What can You do? What do I do?

Who is right? What is right?

I can't live like that anymore.

A shoulder, a pillar of rest.

Please?

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