Saturday, June 24, 2006
You try to find one source of light,
try to name one thing you like.
You used to have such a longer list,
and light, you never had to look for it.
But now it's so easy, it's so easy to
second guess everything you do
until all you want is to finish this half empty glass
before the ice all melts away.
This feeling always used to pass.
Seems like it's every day,
seems like it's every night now.
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