Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Surrounding people
Worry over nothing
caring for things that are not for me
Bothered about people
weary about the surroundings which encave me
Eyes that see,
not only look, but pierce the soul
Arrows of fire, dart toward me
Killing whatever's
left within me
caring for things that are not for me
Bothered about people
weary about the surroundings which encave me
Eyes that see,
not only look, but pierce the soul
Arrows of fire, dart toward me
Killing whatever's
left within me
