gaseous
filled with frustration
vexed with anticipation
silently sit
quietly weep
freedom is hope
hope is comforting
seldom real
always disappointing
emanating despair
i solomnly contemplate
the direness of my lonely fate
emancipate my heart
balm my mind
let me not hear my own requiem
pacify my being
placate my soul
save me from the fire filled hole
nothing is for free
life's a journey
unlock the mysteries
i haven't realised
so that i'll be gaseous
and fit right in
Saturday, September 07, 2002
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