| Am I just a beetle |
| lying in the sun? |
| Am I just a pill-bug |
| basking in your warmth? |
| Was I just another bauble vying for your attention? |
|
| Somehow I thought that I was more than just a nothing, |
| maybe an edge above the rest, |
| but was I just another wave to have rolled up |
| and rolled back and rolled away again? |
| Am I to be just another season to arrive |
| and to pass away with the time? |
|
| Somehow I thought I was to be some kind of |
| intellectual superhero, |
| somekind of messiah for the secular, |
| but I'm seeing my world slipping through my fingers |
| and my dreams crumbling before my eyes, |
| and the only thing that I'm left with |
| with any solidarity |
| are the tears that flow from my tragedies, |
| that pool by my feet, |
| and reside there in |
| an invisible pool of liquid. |
|
| --Once Here. |
Copyright ©2005 Ashi Shadow 4/15/05 on Katie (feeling... unloved, when I thought I was something amazing- to her)