| Written: SEPT 10, 2003 |
Wasted fate puddles foul,
A quagmire of the undone.
Even though I am twins
We can still not stay afloat.
The bull in me refuses to perish,
But how much power he has
Over us I care not to think of.
With my life falling to pieces,
There seems not enough shelter
To keep the tears I’ve left unshed
From drowning me utterly.
My unfinished business haunts,
Seeking to end me.
Had only I chose a path,
And struggled to the goal.
I’d be somewhere,
Anywhere but here;
Dry, content and free
From the dreams that drown me now.
