Round and round
and round we go.
Chasing those endless
ideas
and ideals.
Finally
letting go
Tired and lost
do we see
the Truth.
Life is
what you make of it
Doesn't always last.
We all are guilty of
that penchant
for blame.
She...
he...
they...
ME.
True colours
fade with time.
And we're back
to the beginning
of the Blame Game.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
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