sexta-feira, 6 de agosto de 2010

Same old

The moments when your name is emptiness.

This is when the frisson of former anxieties
Turns out revealing to be nothing more than
its already known ephemeral façade.
Then questions arouse again:
Why this all?
We're all heading to the same spot.

Same old Same old.

Um comentário:

Zé Abrão disse...

like fuckin' rats on a wheel