Surrounded by people
Yet still all alone
The bus is my sanctuary
My home away from home
Like Eden, my house
Is no longer mine
Dispelled, disowned
My security slips like the Rhine
Lost in the madness
Struggling just to breathe
Now the restraints are broken
I’m so tempted to just scream
A place where my creative waves grow and die. The notebooks i keep, although they aren't always accurate or regular, are recorded here. This is somewhere where i hope i can make it work...
Friday, September 16, 2005
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