Friday, July 07, 2006

Mama was lying

Once upon a time,
summer was a fair.
Mud didn't kill you, and no one really cared.
Now we're all grown up.
All controlling, controlled and softer.
Is this what they meant when they said
Happily ever after?


Silence is golden
Yet silence is still.
Time seems to linger with practised skill.
Not that I complain,
I'm not too agile.
It just gets lonely in my exile.