Sunday, March 1, 2009

Every Falling Star Is A Waste Of Time


She wanders through life
Wondering what destiny has in store
Will she ever escape
These prison walls of
Crumbling brick and rusting metal?
What would it take
For life to finally become bearable?
So she wishes upon
Every falling star
For a new dawn
For a new day
For a way out of this life
Where rough brick
And cold metal
Are but rumors
From a far off land.
She walks through life
Talking to no one
Saying nothing
Waiting for things to change
She's an enigma to everyone around
Living in the crumbling brick
And rusting metal
A freak show for all to see.

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