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yerreyyerrey Posts: 183
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Where do I stand?
In the middle of coming traffic?
Or there with u?

Anticipation…
Oh…of what I’m too familiar with
Yeah…that’s me
Waiting for the clock
Counting down…
Waiting for my heart to stop….
Always looking for what’s ahead....
My soul always trying to catch up
To my body..
Yeah that’s it…
Around the bend…

Ready to finally play his part
The sea has change
But they’ve already drifted off
Taking a second-class route instead

Looking up to the one who was facing the ground
These Passengers….
Feeling safe
When they’re actually safer driving themselves
The indifferent elder
Has made their desires
Fatal concerns
Which hit them
As they dream with false comfort....

Feeling mighty and brave…
As he sheds his dead skin…
the conquistador smiles with the sun….
basking in the riches he’s been waiting to reach….
for so long
for so long….
For so long…. Others have looked for the same riches…
Luck has passed these innocent bystanders by…
only to get…
the disease that the conquistador has just shed….
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