rabid reader
08-19-2007, 04:27 PM
As I quietly weep,
At everything I have built.
The time I have spent,
As the fruits begin to wilt.
The future was my sanities keep.
But where I kept it, seems lost.
That failure is my guilt.
My cluelessness is it’s cost.
What is it I can do?
This has always been the plan
I have nothing left to dream.
No one left to love, not one fan.
My mother and everyone knew
This was where I was going.
Now that it’s lost I could scream!
Now where am I going.
At everything I have built.
The time I have spent,
As the fruits begin to wilt.
The future was my sanities keep.
But where I kept it, seems lost.
That failure is my guilt.
My cluelessness is it’s cost.
What is it I can do?
This has always been the plan
I have nothing left to dream.
No one left to love, not one fan.
My mother and everyone knew
This was where I was going.
Now that it’s lost I could scream!
Now where am I going.