By Eric, thenuttman@aol.com
Date: 26 July 2000

To No Avail

i starve myself for days on end
to no avail
and you could tell
that i was well...enough

and dreams aside...you collide with me at night and spite the lights and we've got what's right, right in our hands

in front of us, a road,
two stranded lonely hitch...hikers...
walking slowly, for the chance, that you....
may just pass right by...and we're both watching
I for one am desperately hoping that you...just might be...the woman for me
but she...in her vanity...hoping for the man of her dreams to sew up her seams
and give her looks with the gleams....
all these pointless dreams
and we still walk ...to the distant tune of piano keys...
striking with acute accuracy...and frail...fragile the news, hits your ears
like glue...sticking to
every single fiber of your soul
sole survivor...the remaining immigrant to the new found world
you couldn't tell it was me
until i waved in your face...the white flag that i had, was too bold for your world...so again, i walk away...to lay, myself to sleep, again and dream of the one that might ...pass our way...a passerby of the stranger kind with hopes in mind that might just coincide....with mine....and fine...
if that's how it should be

but till then....
i starve myself for days on end
to no avail
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