5-10-03

here's one of those nifty notebook entries. it's old, worn out, and perhaps a little more impersonal because i've shared it before, so now i feel less guilty. be entertained by my 15-year-old mind!

here creeps in this sallowness
that sucks the life unfaught
that smothers those with hopes and dreams
and snuffs the light they sought

conquering their pithiness
and defeating they who saw
nothing but their own wan lives
with dreams chaffed bare and raw

they only saw a one-fold path
all diversions pushed aside
for the peripheral view that they had lost
contained what was meant to hide

they thought that if they focused
looking forward would pull them through
yet the distractions found their own way by
for they were all that was left and true

and then their was their own doomed fate
disguised and found its way
it unmasked itself in their reverie
and eclipsed the gilded day

unedited, unabridged - you have it all, minus the cute handwriting.