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[Nov. 12th, 2005|01:07 am] |
...as I walked along the dark tracks home I realized
something beyond the fact that railroad lays are too big to skip one each step
and that one performs too dainty a walk should they choose to step on each individually...
...as I stood and sat (on the floor, as is my apparent custom),
I listened to these, my friends.
There was talk from the only one who hates me
of a healthcare system which the conversation made apparent
he knew nothing about.
These trials and tribulations
none their own
were discussed in such a manner to make these drunkin fools
the prophets of tomorrows...
Talk of remembrance day, and what a mockery of peace it was
one-sided
double-talk
much like these very static tracks...hehe
I know now why I am quiet in these talks.
As I walked along the dark tracks I distanced myself.
I am reminded again of a word, which I'm not sure exists
which is oxymoronic in its defintion
which is nostalgea for something which has not yet taken place...
As I walked along the dark tracks I rememebred.
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