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
Monday, 10 March 2003
why is this so
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