Evil Seesaw

Friday, August 25, 2006

Scattered shabby memories cloud the inner eye.
A breathless hope against all time,crawl, crawl, fall.

Borrowed time and intrest due, settle up or get out
Disapproval bends the brow. What does the pool reflect?

The bottom seems to drop when you walk by, far too serious for a dreamer such as I.
Thrill of mortal fear rings in your ear,days of fallen plans cause you to erode.

Im on an Evil Seesaw in the playground that is my life
Dictate my mood, an interlude, up,down, up.

Finding no escape the Wheel of Fate spins ever on.
Thirsting for an answer between madness and the dawn.