[2005-10-08]_5:39 p.m.
karma breeze
its seemingly history
I know how it goes
the end
the beginning
the middle wars
all known
all dreaded fearfully
to my max
and yet I never learn
I never move on to my next level
merely
there's a set change
new faces
new characters
perhaps its a cold winter night
with wind flowing through my every hair
or a hot summery day
with every pore I've got
feasting for this break
but
its all the same
a treadmill
that I do not seem to lose breath on
and thank god
cause I think I'd go mad
if not already
I think
that it is time
for the wind
to change direction
but
history always repeats
every damn time
even if you know
the end
the beginning
and everything in between
you cannot change fate
and I cannot escape from myself