January 13th, 2006

• 1/13/06 08:00 am
• Whether I'm right or wrong
  There's no phrase that hits
  Like an ocean needs the sand
  Or a dirty old shoe that fits
  And if all the world was perfect
  I would only ever want to see your scars
  You know they can have their universe
  We'll be in the dirt designing stars
  
  Whether I'm up or down
  There's no crowd to please
  I'm like a faith without a clause to believe in it
  And if all the world was smiling
  I would only ever want to see your frown
  You know they can sail away in sunsets
  We'll be right here stranded on the ground
  Just happy to be found
  
  I have lost my illusions
  I have drowned in your words (...)
  I have left my confusion to a cynical world
  I am throwing myself at things I don't understand
  Discover enlightenment holding your hand
  
  Z.
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