I keep on slipping further.
Time still haunting… While I stood standing.
Oh what will I become?
All but a ghost of my dreams remain,
And I want to run.
I just want to run.
Head in the sand……in the clouds…no matter.
Either seems safer than the truth.
In the darkness…..in the fog …I tell myself yet another lie.
And I believe.
I just want to believe.
In someone …..or something .
But there’s nothing……there’s no one
But Me…..
Terence McGovern/2005
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