Sunday, July 18, 2004

What Was I Thinking?!

I’ve ceased to be moved
Not fear, nor pain
Not love, nor gain
Or sentiment of any kind
Stirs those thoughts in my mind
Not booze, nor rush of any kind
Prods the muse, or makes me write
I fear, I am dead from the inside
How else could I explain these tides
My memory ebbs, my thoughts wane
I recall no joy, nor prick of pain