Late night, early morning
Doors closed, each in their own rooms.
Lids closed, systems turned down.
Were you afraid once again?
Afraid about what tomorrow might bring,
Afraid because tomorrow was just going to be another day.
Sat down, but got up again.
Laid down to rest, you sprang up instead.
What is this restless-ness you have?
When are the better days?
Talk, but not about that.
Theres so much to be knowed yet.
Don't go..
A tear made way day by day.
Whisk 'n' Bake Personal Nook 1/27/2004 01:08:00 AM
