Life: Midstream

I’m caught in a net.
The size of texas.

I have room to move about
but I know there is an edge.

Everyone around me is dying,
trapped in the vicous web.

I can’t live like this
to know that net is there

to know I can only go so far;
sometimes I can even see the edge.

I must think that I will not be caught
if only I keep moving, place to place

this net will not catch me;
if only I could keep moving.

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Depression Sucks The Life Out of Me and You and Everyone We Know

Add comment April 24th, 2006 at 10:09pm John