Smile's Lack Of Sleep or Too Much Caffine Poetry, Part Five

March 19th, 2004

Walking Through The Desolate

In the hills, my path has been made
straight. As I look down I see my

boots. There torn, ripped and have seen better
days. I can't go back and change them now

or the whole journey will be lost,
for they remind me of the only life around

This one was assignment. This was an interesting time in my life I think. I was really trying to be dark, and stuff like that. And then when I really didn't feel good, I didn't know what to do.

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