Monday, February 14, 2005

Intellectual coffee is making me sleep
While the thoughts in my brain are making me weep
A drifter on sheets which mark down my place
You can see the direction, just look at my face
I'll draw out this compass as well as the map
Just keep my hand moving or fall into a nap

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

Come walk on closer
To the mirror now
Now dim the light sir
Just me and you now
Sweet salvation,
No motivation
Isolation, I say to me
Come walk my street
We'll float on smoke feet
A circle road, I build for me
Look empty windows
No chance for widows
Population, me and you