the sands of time, all covered with slime
surpassed by swine i stand on mine
sinksink sink, because i'm the weak link.
ahead i dream, but inside i just scream
suffocating, masturbating.
The breeze comes by, and i look up at the sky..
before i die, just one more lie..
for which i dare not to untie
My her from Her her from She that meets the Eye
(since my fantasy is sly/the limit is the sky
when it's been so long since.. why.. why.. why..
)time is just mange / the road doesn't change;
and all of the forks are all out of range
so here i stay, where soon i will lay
..if i can't have it my way
then a sacrifice fate will pay
to mend my impromptu Away.
but no, not now.  No, i don't know how.
plus, with some short-lived air on my brow
i dream of thou
..from whom all i really wanted
was a big hug and a little understanding
..but no, I knew not how.

//to that mystery girl that exists somewhere between fantasy and reality
//(and the former just won't leave me alone.)

Back to my other smelly garbage.