Thursday, February 04, 2010

I sat and talked with a troubled soul who said that when he looked in the mirror he didn't see himself anymore.   Coincidentally, as I looked at him I saw myself. 

Monday, February 01, 2010

Nothing

There’s nothing left to say
There’s nothing left to lose
There’s nothing left to hold
There’s nothing left to choose

I’m done fighting this great fight
I’m done singing this great song
There’s nothing left to be
But being very wrong

There’s nothing left for time
There’s nothing left for me
There’s nothing left for us
There’s nothing left to see

I’m done hanging onto hope
I’m done crying all these tears
There’s nothing left for us
But a bunch of wasted years.