Hate it
Preoccupied with complacency
Dreaming of possibilities
All naught now
Shut it
Comfort does no good
Maybes all have gone out the door
Jaded once more
Tear it
Into smithereens
If dreams were reality
We'd all be rich
Smash it
Throw away the pieces
Seeing a reflection
Of a hateful sinner
Hate it
Nothing left to do
Time will tell
How big is the fool
Couldn't help it..had to blog..exams crappy..need relief..sigh......
Entry @ 2:04 PM;
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
