Coasting

I'm just coasting along.
Some days it's just as easy as the breeze.
At other times, I feel as if I'm squeezed
between the pages they call time.
Never quite included in the real.
With no one caring how I really feel.
No energy to fake an interlude.
Floating through varieties of moods.
It never really started
so it cannot really end.
So I just keep on coasting
round the bend...

? Michaelette ?

8/26/2005
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