Monday, December 08, 2003

Snow

So cold.
The lack of feeling lingers within.
I'd choose to feel nothing out here.

I can't feel me now.
Without passion.
Where are you.
Now... where am I?

Is it happiness...
that I sought here?
What else could it be
that could drive me

And now here I am
alone out here
and now here I am
alone with you

but all the time has passed
still without you
I will linger here
'till you need me

call me back,
call me back.

Breach that line of sought.
Fend them off with your sight.
Hard until... they see you....
Proclaim....
with your sight...
tonight.

Its all the final...
Seek now what you'd find.
It will be over...
someday.

Pure now is how it was.
How could this land pass?
When I saw clarity...
you...and me.

Only individuals have a sense of responsibility. --Nietzsche