Confusion
I'm a wreck,
like the ones that lye beneeth the waves in the briney deep.
Only they hold secrets, that they took to their grave, forever to keep.
I'm a troubled soul
Forsaken to wander this earth alone for all eternity.
With nothing but the winds that blow
And the running rivers that flow
I'm understanding,
Yet you will never understand me.
Like a complicated ryhme from the pages of time.
You will never know me.
But you know me too well.
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chazieposted on 02/28/2008
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