Base sorrow rising up inside
of us -
choking, as we hold unto the life
that used to be...
We need now, more than
to be free of those mistakes that
lived too long within our pasts...
So destiny is cast. Will
To all that heart and soul still
hold as dear?
The rise, the fall - and
all the meaning
ever lying in between. Or will you choose
another vague excuse...?
And merely use it all to
find a fleeting
comfort that was never meant to be.
That's where we're at, you see...
And you and I have gone
to ever track it back to days of yore...
? Michaelette ?