tired and quiet
i can't think straight
i've got the crooked pain
and i can't talk
i really have nothing to say
running all around
i feel it catching up to me
and just for today
the heat is no big thing
acting like a drone
"you look like you're ready for bed" she said
there really is no maze
just all the words i never spoke.
This poem was written by soulspin on May 12, 2000.
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