15 September 2009
Whose Move is it Anyway?
i hate
the way
things are:
i hate
the fact
that i
keep
moving,
running
a
r
o
u
n
d
hither
thither
trying
to find
the way
the path
the solution
it's
burning
me
out.
not knowing
where you
are,
seeking but
not finding,
made dizzy
runabout
rushabout
spinning.
just when
i think
it's over
i should
give up
just when
i think
failure
looms
near...
you smile.
...
here we
here i
here you
go
again.
and here
i am
suckered
into
loving
you
yet
again.
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