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Saturday, January 15, 2011
Sing a song of love to me /3:09 PM

The road to nowhere, I trample on slow
Deep into the forest, my conscience would go
And suddenly the rustle of darkness bellows
My dream, that man and his dusty hallows
A scepter of iron he approaches on forth
A glimpse of light caught his contorted goth
Expression, I cringed at his shallow breath
I shrieked but I knew this lone heath
Had no one but me, a road to nowhere

A slithering snake, a thunderous bear
They fled this road, the road to nowhere

I plucked up my courage, why no one had cared
about this pathway of doom, the road to nowhere

I recalled the last time, a woman set foot there
in the sanctuary, on the broken steps of nowhere

A peaceful note, consuming my air
When I dreamed about this place to nowhere

I swiveled my vision, caught in a snare
I knew it was over, this crazy nightmare
For I had found refuge, through this road to nowhere

I fumbled my pockets, where were my keys
The humming of irritating bumbling bees
Why such childish thoughts, the door was not lock
And pressed the door handle and enter the sock

I finally felt safe, a tad too close from fear
At home, my cave, on this road to nowhere
Where no one knew me and I didn't care

Man in the Mirror
Sean (:
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"I am not young enough to know everything." -- Oscar Wilde



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