Monday, October 1, 2007

I take the drugs that allow me to forget for a moment
The effect your memory has on me
I never wanted to feel this way
To be a freckle on your arm
When you are my orbit
As I wait for the drugs to creep through my body
I wish it was you instead
My make believe world will be upon me soon
Is it fair that I only have 5 minutes without you each day
In between reality and fantasy

I think so
Because five minutes sometimes feels like an eternity
And I have learned about other than me, through pain

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. . . And if you want to be free, be Free. Things I do, and think about.