Sarah @ the Saints. 2007-11-11 21:19:56, by Stilltraveler Subscribe to rss feed for Stilltraveler

Twas the night the parents left.
A state college affair.
A beauty of a day.
Lyrics about mother, yet naught.
Reminiscent of all scenes & plastic dreams.
I'm found swirling into the twirling of what the media 
masses required.
The hysteria of who's who & whats what that means nothing 
at all. A whole lot of nothing.
Then I discover that this nothing has an underlying 
something. A hint of evil.
A hint of misdirection, curious.
Then I discover I'm being directed like cattle.
I haven't a clue where to go next.
Yet. I will trudge on. Like always.
History only repeats when the ignorance to not learn 
breaths.

Posted: 2013-06-30 16:07:33 UTC

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