Friday, February 20, 2004

We are all too concerned with living.
Not to take notice of everything else

the mantra's got it right
never stop searching
never stop searching
never stop searching

I am surrounded by plastic mind, suffocating

I miss you M.E.
you were something then
and now

why didn't you look for me?
I was wandering nights
lost
found
and would have enjoyed your company

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