Thursday, December 10, 2009

O

Right now oblivion

Is all I want

Through that door

Is all I want

A sad shake of the fates

Grew this day

Through potted clay

A baby in my lap

I wept to my mother

She won't turn me away

And before you, God, I sat puzzled

and frightened of this life

Right now oblivion

Is all I want

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