i am zayne

lover of: music and words,thunderstorms and full moons,mountains and sweet breezes,poetry and prose,nursery rhymes and firelights.

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Nothing At All


Nothing At All
05/21/2005

Stream, Stream
Against The Stream I Pull
Gasping For Breaths Between The Sobs
Looking Around For Something To Fulfill
And Finding Nothing Worthwhile
At All
Am I Asking Too Much From This Life I Live
Or Not Expecting Enough From The Gods
As I Pant, Pant
Pant Against The Grey Skies
Seeking Something That Turns Into Nothing
At All

zss

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