What am I doing?
These strings tied to every finger. In what ways do I pull and am pulled?
Is it enough to say I'm wrong and move on and be done with it.
...done with what?
Face to face to face to face the facts and react but I can't...not yet.
Maybe i'll just wait this out a while. See what comes of the one cloud on the horizon.
Hope for rain...?
Am I criminal now or then...?
Friday, May 20, 2011
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