*vindicated.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005
if nonchalance was in my blood,
then maybe the pain won't be there.
if ignorance was what i was given,
then maybe i could hide behind the facade.
a wish to have protection of own possession,
yet was the item mine to begin with.
there's just so much on my mind,
and nothing seems to be alright.
the danger is in sight,
but the twerp turns a blind eye.
the scarred is worried,
but is the worry necessary.
if chances were given,
would one even grab it?
the mind is simulated,
thoughts are liquidated.
tormented by phobic thoughts,
the heart and mind is not in sync.

[my hope dangles on a string`]
at 9:55 AM