Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Still That

Friends to woe with
Clocks that stroke the death of things
Clocks that are the distance between us
From this night to the next
And from the night in which you live to the next
Nothing changes except that things die
And certain people pass us by
But nothing changes,
It's still you and I
On the same route that leads to nobody-knows-where.

 

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