Struggle to fulfill the will, the expectations...
fail at one's own will, or lack there of...

Streets filled with debris
you all see right through me...

You walk down the hall
unaware...

The day i told you
things would have to change...

To my Adam may i be his Eve
to my Adam may i be something of worth...

I wrote this on 02/02/07
seventy-five days until summer...

His voice
accenting dirty words...

Falling
free falling...

Do you even remember me?
when you look what do you see...

She sat and cried
her face in her hands...

The shining light upon their faces
the way they feel as if in their places...

Walking through the city
watching lives turn to pity...