Thursday, May 2, 2013


I'm not sad and I'm not mad

how often can you cry over the past?

after a while it doesn't matter

what you've done or what you'll do

and the steady gaze penetrating some horizon

is stoic disguise for some wound

that will not why should I bother?

I'm not sad and I'm not mad and nothing comes to anything...

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