i remember when
i almost thought you were the one
then again
it was all just the reflections
of when we were young

found myself at an astral fayre
it is another day in paradise
where individuality is nothing
and to be false is something
because we cannot be everything

these are the days
i walk the tracks of my tears
i feel the sun
the backbone of my years

i guess,
i have found another failing
the one true impaling
on the eternal rusty railing

sometimes it is best to hide it –
for fear of hurting others
some thoughts –
just aren’t for friends or lovers

chapter numbers
have being forgotten
and the orchard of childhood
maybe sometimes rotten
but in time there is healing

just waiting for a bus
i did not mind,
what type of bus it was
or if my seat would have to be shared