Random scenario
random people...

Writing about how dreams don't mean a thing,
they're meant for sleeping...

Written in the late night of wake
as I toss and turn on that couch...

So this is why I haven't been successful in...
brain working...

*this was supposed to be short but i got into it...
Dear whoever you may be...

For the umteenth time
i have to start all over again...

While i drive on this road to nowhere
by myself...

Hovering over your head
while you try to get some sleep...

After we're done
I'll still be walking beside you...

After I've told you why i did
what i did to you...

So long ago
i thought i rid of your ghost...

Written September 20, 2004
i feel like crying...