By Eric, thenuttman@aol.com
Date: 6 April 2000
Hidden In My Mind
Well here I go again, writing on my walls...
The paper ran out of its fluent wording...
I'm out of time and I'm insecure...
So I'm writing to you...
This isn't happiness, what I've built up here,
But this is lasting, all I hid in my mind,
This isn't capital, A national monument,
You aren't blue faced but you are easy to find...
The words are getting, the words are closing in,
The letters fading, the time is growing near,
I see no point in this, but I know it'll work,
When you read through this, you'll know my fears...
This isn't happiness, what I've made up here,
This is lasting, all I hid in my mind,
This isn't brutal, A scared up wrist,
You aren't blue faced but you are easy to find...
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