Friday, September 23, 2011

Not a thing makes sense

In the cinema of my mind
every room shows
a different life
a different future
a different me

I'm in a maze
that's never-ending
with thirty tunnels
thirty exists
thirty doors

Which do I take?

Every second ticking by
resounding loudly
threatening ominously
choose well, stupid girl
think fast
every step
just might be
in the wrong direction

only problem is I've lost my compass

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