Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Some days
the cobwebs
clutter my
vision.

Twisting
and winding,
between strands
of reason.

You've told me -
never doubt.

But when
the sky
turns grey,
and raindrops
fill your eyes -
I wonder.

What if,
you've changed
your mind.

And the
cobwebs
are here
to stay.

Ladden with
dew, and
attatched
to my mind.
 
This template is called "shattered pieces of my soul", a modification of "The Light : The Sound". (c) 2005 Daniel Josph Xhan. Use and modify at your own discretion.