2004-06-20 - 11:48 p.m.
the reflection bore resemblance
to a distant memory
of familiar lost remembrance
but it wasn't really me
it was hard to put my finger on it
didn't want to linger on it
all that I aspired to was ragged and rung out
and that is not the worst to come about
my mind was plagued with guilt and rampant doubt
where did I go wrong
I used to be so strong
I had a happy childhood in a plastic paradise
I tried to grow a garden, all organic, fertilized
I studied all the latest in the neo-ancient verse...
but couldn't seem to break the deep depression of this curse
[to be continued]
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