Not this

by kate   Jul 17, 2006


Something in me dies
the light ever-distant
you always feed me lies
about some idealistic future
i'm not even sure i want
as it turns out
dreams can change
the hard part is moving on
let's go back to the start
but the hands keep moving
the fingers pointing
and i don't know where to go

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