life will no longer slip through my fingers
my passion and love was ripped away
as time has healed
the emotions that lingers
ideas race
love hightening
at passion's pace
in a life full of contending
the grass isn't greener
it's thicker and meaner
i've now been to the bottom and back
with a snapshot of satan eating my life like a snack
this is my exit
i must get off and stop
using momentum to hurl
my bottom back to the top
copyright 2007
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