Sets

This Darkness sets in to a bright room
My mind wanders down roads I'd rather not go
These thoughts and dreams of boring lives
and wedding cakes
and the death of creativity
I fear and loathe that road

I see the years pass before my eyes
My past meets my present and the two do not recognize each other
They have nothing to say
And neither do I
Its funny how roads split and take you places you've never imagined
I'm alone and comfortably disturbed
Shadows fall upon me and I'd have it no other way

Years, tears, fears and beer.
What better way to waste a life
Names on pages of records
tasteless fantasies
daydreams
impossible dreams
and now
movie screens...

enjoy..

ⓒ 2001 Shawn Michael Quinn