assumptions
infestations of the imagination.
keeping time with dates and dimes.
i drink to excess and play for recess
and for work, i try.
i know not what i feel and i know exactly what i do.
where i've been is a mystery if only just for you.
you think you have me figured out,
you think you know what i'm all about.
well i think you think too much about me.
This poem was written by soulspin on Jul 09, 2001.
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Thanks Mitchell!