October 2, 2008
Used To Be
The death of my endless smiles
Gave birth to undying tears
Working hard to find myself
Before doing anything else
This quest for answers
Has yet to bear fruit
So many random thoughts in my mind
So many problems, so little time
This loss I experienced
Seems to be somebody else's gain
So choiceless am I
So utterly helpless
To pass the torch
I must willingly do
Half-hoping the curse I bear
Passes elsewhere too
Posted by yabs on October 2, 2008 at 06:53 PM | Comments
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