mandag 4. februar 2008

Troubled face

my troubled face is bothering me
is this what life’s meant to be
waking up every morning
with trouble in my eyes
every day walk down the boring street
there’s no meaning
there’s no feeling
just emptiness in my head
wondering where this road will end

1 kommentar:

Anonym sa...

..Dette var et fantastiskt dikt. Jeg er lei meg at jeg ikke sett det tidligere...

C