13 May 2009

Comme ci, Comme ça

It was late, and I'm beyond. I can't escape. I'm walking through the maze. Not too far behind. Quite long, sometimes. But I never get the chance where people can dazzle. I feel like I'm a million miles away. Standing there, join you. I'm not good at it. Anything, anyone. Please, somebody... Anybody.

Oh this! Oh that! That's the clue! The thing doesn't even exist anymore. Found you find me. And others, I mean, you, to be exact. Nothing, I don't know. I would mind even if you're not supposed to do that.

It is not about me and you. That thing kinda haunts me, always. But not always, I shall say that loudly. Well, I guess. I bet. Slowing down things. The thing that kinda haunts me.

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