Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Single, but are you Content...?
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Wednesday, November 10, 2004
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The term is over
Before it even began
Who knew it would happen?
Who knew it would end?
The pangs and the weight of the despair
It doesn't seem like too many really care
They sit around 'n kindly stare
It's over, it's over, it's over there...
Hope is not found in this life
Hope is not found anywhere to be exact
It's just a fleeting desire, an ideal
Within hindsight but without reach
It's all a mental hologram
The illusions of perfection that we lust after
Grasping as if it were really there
Chasing it as if we could actually catch it
Crying as we feel the imaginary arrows to our hearts
The night is so long
When will it be over?
Perhaps it never really began
Perhaps the beginning was the end
