Thursday, November 30, 2006

Something With Meaning


Image: StareIntoTheSun

I'm never sure what you're thinking.
I can see that you have many things to say.
But I'm not sure if you want to share yourself with me.
So I smile, and walk on by.

I want you to know that I didn't make things the way they are.
I'm just an unhappy tool trying to survive.
We're forced to treat each other as strangers here.

And there's little I can do, but smile.

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