Sunday, September 25, 2005
Time.........
Slithering through the void of time,
like a phantom just passing by.
Behind the facade lies the truth
that being aimless is just for foo's
Yet to me it was just a thing,
a tool for nothingness
Just a tool.
And just like any other tool,
neglected and abandoned it was unused.
Rust and tainted it became
What once shone was now plain.
Than a time came to use the tool
Nothing, Nothing, Nothing but that tool.
Panic and despair tore my soul
How was i to use what i did not know?
Staring at it half bemused
I struggled with what i once abused.
But struggling was simply all in vain.
I sadly resigned myself to my fate.
A workman is only as good as his tools.
sailed in at [3:25:00 PM]
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