They're playing conga drums and bongo drums and...
in the living room...
In a mad world they say only the mad are sane
life is full of ups and downs, a crazy poker...
Tick, tick;
the clock falls silent...
Upon streets of dark decay
I walk among crowds...
I just wanted to thank you
for everything you did...
Do you know how bad it hurts?
to not be trusted...
Two whispered souls
From across the room...
"Life has no rehearsal, this is the real...
The childish Innocence that has faltered away...
Spend so many moments in a day
Worrying about what others think...
There's emotions I could never capture
and words I could never find...
© Francisco Guzman 2005
Dear Journal...
i.When I met Sarah
all I could see...