Monday, November 3, 2008

No lines drawn, no ink dried

Every night, I lie here
Every day I lie here, I die here
Every time I close my eyes
it's no surprise
I can't be found

And where are you? What do you
want, like, need?
How can I find you when I can't find me?

There is a map, you're the destination,
but I'm completely blind.

Can you come my way? Meet me
at this end. Pull me out, and up
to you
from me to you

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