Saturday, February 05, 2005

Restless

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I´m a ghost in my own house,
I figment of my own imagination;
Pale, silent, restless;
Almost gliding over the quiet night air,
Turning, thinking, restless.

It´s hard to breath
When the wind scares you.
It´s hard to sleep
When your thoughts haunt you.
It´s hard to rest
When the mind is too empty.

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