Friday, September 9, 2011

On the fly asking why

i remember asking why,
i lifted my head and wondered why,
i looked down and began to cry,
of all the pain running by,
on this train of running dry,
laid me down with out goodbye,
when we all must die,
then i closed up and fell inside,
all the while on the fly,
of asking why?

FTBAS 9.8.11

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