Going through life in a sleepwalk daze. Drifting in and out of real thought. Acting as a passerby watching the flames. Living as if my actions hold no fault. I sleep in with the shadows, an eternity of sunglasses. Im fallen in with the background. A fly on the wall, a calm swat. I am looked past in my regrets. No life to live, no soul seemed to find. Let them redeem their sorrows in patience of laughter's expense; let me fall into the darkness of time.
March 9, 2009