Untitled -- 10.16.2009

In time I can't be, one two or three

Unknown to me, my discretion

And obviously, you'll run and you'll see

What's better for you,

is elsewhere



Some day we'll pardon, reflect on it all

Listen so closely, so soon

By then it's fine, your new paradigm

It's presented to you,

it's elsewhere



She was so sad, so unfortunate here

But she'll never allow it to happen again

And she'll never turn back,

She's gone.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem doesn't mean anything, just clearing the clutter out of my thoughts.

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