Friday, January 19, 2007

and the squiggles read

Don't know whats on my mind,
aa disturbance of another kind,
does it have its roots back home far way...
or is it near, but everthing seems okay...
yet there's uncertainty
in search of meaning
mind wandering,
the self sits still...
and time passes
for the void to fill...

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