Monday, 10 March 2003

why is this so

why is this so
when the time I have is racing against my will
why is this so
when my life is directed by people
who do not exist

as the hour presses against me
I begin to see
that I have grown weary
having to respond to the protocols
between the rising and the sinking

as the hour passes by
I close my eyes
so I do not see them anymore
why is this so
when my will is lost in this life

buried and unfounded
are the reasons I find
surrounding me are lies
waiting to be told
why is this so

Saturday, 8 March 2003

waiting

sitting all alone
waiting for someone
but no one came

and the rain
continues
to pour