2004-02-12 - 10:07 p.m. - if the phone would ring or would I stare at it wondering why or would I sleep through the sound I long to hear afraid it's another good-bye if the phone would ring, would I remember or would I distract myself with a pie or would I run away to some place all alone waiting for this body to die is my heart already dead silence echos in my head and ambivalence rules my time all the words I may have said like some ancient moldy bread linger petrified within rhyme it doesn't seem to matter connections breaking down redundancy becoming the death of a clown and no one seems to notice like the homeless on the street step aside and carry on with life there's no one here to meet or greet if the phone would ring, would I pick up or would I forget I can even try or would I ignore the sound that I long to hear afraid it's another good-bye if the phone would ring, would I even notice or would I play with myself on the fly or would I linger longer some place all alone waiting for this body to die is my heart already dead silence echos in my head and ambivalence rules my time all the words I may have said like some ancient moldy bread linger petrified within rhyme it doesn't seem to matter reflections of a frown a life alone becoming the death of a clown and no one pays attention like the homeless on the street step aside and carry on with life there's no one here to meet or greet and still as silent as the deafest ears can hear a soft refrain in a cold mist slowly echos near is it hope for something thought to be left far behind or is it just another pill meant to cure my ailing mind if the phone would ring, would it matter there is no way to be sure the phone can ring somewhere else now I don't have one any more I don't have one any more � � |
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