Escaping THE Trap., by Tyler Cedric Golden Subscribe to rss feed for Tyler Cedric Golden 

I run like a rat,
Being chased by a cat,
Trapped in a corner, my eyes are decieved,
In the end, what will become of me?
I don't know, but my senses and emotions feeled tied up or
in other words wrapped,
I move swiftly and think quickly while escaping this trap.


Or in other words........ my life.
Posted: 2009-03-16 11:32:27 UTC
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2009-03-19 00:56:39izzy
this is really good, i like the whole idea of life being decieving at times, great job. (p.s. sorry i haven't commented on any of your work, from what i read so far, i think it's good)