August 16, 2007 - Thursday
playing an ancient tune like an old forgotten melody.
A couple liars footsteps in the path of adultery,
given a couple more moments and i am lonely.
over working for the poacher of empty.
tired of explaining my wisdom to the hungry.
biding my time till i am no longer part of the envy.
sorry to those that i cannot be friendly.
chasing the shadow of a beautiful sage.
praying that her branches will cover my rage.
otherwise i fear that i will lose all of my progress.
and yes, all will inevitably be lost.
my mind, it chases the echo.
my body embraces its touch.
into the final hour, i remember,
there is no love as such.