thoughts wonder through my head
i can't seem to make sense of them
time demands i put everything in order
i scream without streched hands to the world
hold your demands, your harsh words, and red hot anger for the world
their pushing me toward the threshhold
the border between young and old
with howling anger they'll rip be back
their pushing and pulling tear at my heart
making their demands hard to fullfil
time yells its last words: it'salmost to late
freeze this time, freeze this place
explain to me why this all came to be
help me see the point in my delimma
i can't see the reasons to be happy or sad
the emotions are frokzen and numb

- Aubrey Caudill. 7.30.01.




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