"How it has become" (before ND)
forever ambiguous
never trying
nowhere flying
death becoming
time spying
love defying
caught in a trap
in a recursive misery
without a way out
remembering the past
living in a memory
foregoing the future
for moments that don't last
finding a song to pass
maybe a drink to last
without a hope or desire
trying to be an animal
fighting care and...fuck it
tears that burn
anger that churns
lost in hate
crossed with fate
this time it shall pass
for all this crass
typing for nothing
my world becoming
just another day closer to my last
looking for something
unhappy with everything
finding nothing
except dissapointment and pain
disallusioned
walking alone
I feel it sinking and rising
rising and sinking like a lunar tide
lunacy promising
what fear shouts
and hope truly doubts
lumps in my throat
for nothing more than a memory
all past
nothing that lasts
people ask why you are and where you came from
living in a cloak
afraid of a joke
wanting to cut a throat
and make a moat
and kill the bloke
stopped by fear of reproach
so here I just float
without a reason to go
or a feeling to glow
trapped and alone I grow
"Lincoln" (after)
I am finding out what life is
how it feels to feel
how it is to live
the pain of growing up
has ended
growth is not painful
choosing not to is
- by MW, 2004 ND graduate
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