The Place
There is a place
that holds like humid air.
A time that understands no end
A position that does not care.
A dwelling never finished
panes forever closed,
if I exist within
my neighbors will never know.
A future needs design
A past, replaced
if I could free
myself from this space.
I have choices to choose
decisions to decide,
laughter to smile
tears to be cried.
The place waits in caution
for the green light to glow,
as the traffic is jammed
with no place to flow.
A place with no heaven
A place with no hell,
into the hollow of limbo
I fell, I fell, I fell.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-01-25 09:35:17
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