foolish

| May 31st, 1997

whiskey laced and barely breathing
lost in time without a guide
thoughts of you are far from fleeting
wondering why we ever tried
to sail beyond into this madness
torn apart by foolish pride
left to float on tears and sadness
never speak, never confide

when you say those words you never say i think i love you
every time i hear you speak of things you’ve never said
why be sure when passions wind blows strongest in denial
this hunger for uncertainty will never bow it’s head

we dance alone when near each other
struggling for some peace of mind
these thousand things, never uncovered . . .
distance lingers, never find

an inner peace we hold before us
set upon the coals of time
embers burn out, turn from our trust
to a tainted dying shrine

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