Friday 3/10/2006 11:11:00 PM

Time doesn't move at all until you get old enough. And then it moves too quickly.

you pour. you spill. you mix.
different flavors until
a new one is created from.

you wait. you watch. you smell.
as time alters everything.

what once was soft
turning hard.

what once was right,
now all wrong.

there's nothing in those
shadows that i haven't
already seen.

but i keep looking.

because there's nowhere
else left to go.

sometimes we say the
words, but they don't
make a sound.

sometimes the
silence staggers
in every verse.


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