Wednesday, August 5, 1998

on the cement


thought brought me here where I belong
knowing how I am weak is what makes me strong
some pretend to know that I’ll never do
some will say whatever to what I say is true
the blue sky is bright and reminds me of a thought
in confusion’s web I try not to get caught
at times I know I do I spin until I am free
no one here to help no one here but me…

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