 The Dreamer's Ramble [05-16-02]I'm not a traveler here.I wished my life away for painted stories, pixel skies, and violet dismay. I'm not a prisoner here.. Although I'm bound by time, ethereal warden. Here I try, and find my hands are tied. I'm not a sinner here.. I've held my share of guilt. That sweet remorse can't hold me to a lie another built. I'm not a watcher here. My fingers taste the sand, strange fascination sifted through a pauper's blistered hand. I'm not uncertain here.. Although my thoughts collide. Voices only echo what I can't control inside. I'm just a dreamer here.. Imagining this rhyme. I'll leap through air, and if I die, it's only in my mind. + Back to Menu |