by Lindsay D Jones
Monday, December 23, 2002
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wander along these halls
as if you have a contemplation upon your mind
eyes locked elsewhere, below that floor
beyond the walls
You're gonna run till you get out of here,
nothing moves in, protrudes nor escapes
your tounge remains still,
oh honey you've tricked us all this time.
your mind, endlessly empty is a joke
you hunched your shoulders, scrunched those brows
threw out opinions with no proof.
held a cup of steaming liquid in your hand
squinted at the sunsets
laughed when appropriate.
your hand has been held long enough
dreams are not your own,
but borrowed from t.v.
your nights slip by,
with out recongnition
how do you sit, so void
and you've wondered where they've gone
hey baby, like us they've realized
youre not worth the time
to watch you cry,
to see you stumble
to push you down
how you strung them along so long, they'll never know the magic of your game
just that it's gone.
your explinations are vauge, in comprehsible..
could it be, ,
because you lack the words to form a meaning?
your mind is nothing that it should be.
its falling apart like drift wood in your salty tear sea.
hold on for them
don't let on you're scared
don't let on you're in pain.
don't let on your misunderstanding, unintelligence.
don't let on your wishes for something gone
just hold on.