I was the world in my hay day.
Less the unwanted times I dont wish to remember.
Yet yesterday slipped quietly by
Left me wondering why.
Yesterday now is only a memory.
An illusion created by me.
All I wanted was life
All I got was the mess that was me.
Yet still I smile.
I laugh out loud at funny things my life observed
Today I still feel mystery
How do I make my own history
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
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