...and counting...

12/26/2002

 
point of view
from 6/19/'02

I sit and stand
in different places
holding different faces
when your gone
life from this angle
has a lot to show me
but what I describe
isn't lonely
this town's desolation
hasn't become me
looking back at other times
I can look at deeper lines
that formed on my face
but have left with grace
I may just walk my trail
the other way around
it's not that I'm lost
I'm only waiting to be found

I may fall flat on my face
so the eyes in the back of my head
can stare into the eyes
of this rained on night.