Friday, July 16, 2004

your kind of humour

trembling in fear at times
looking at the constant screen
the words are sitting there
the silent music is playing
so much is happening around
anger to love and humour to venting
but the mind is blank blank and blank
everything passing by like [>>] is pressed upon
and i thought of things
as i rewind my memories
carefully filtering those i chose to play
a smile is made
and i'm thankful for that