Friday, February 28, 2003

spill
I must write something
feel my hand move
watch the ink spill
out across the page
I must create
I want to have a lego day
or work on Greek
while sitting in a tree
but I couldn’t sit still
and I need to run
or do something!
but I don’t want to miss lunch
‘cause he might be there
WHAT A HOLD HE HAS ON MY LIFE
except he doesn’t
I need people
but I need you more
he just reminds me of You
do I really want to go?

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