Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Can I trust my perceptions
I don’t know. They are that skewed.
He was the extreme against you.

Time
Time
Time
Time will tell and yet,
Time runs out.
I am restless, wanting

I knew me once;
Eventually I would have just walked away.
I was not a fighter.

I know me now
Eventually I will expect a declaration.
I will fight.