Sunday, September 18, 2005

Abort, Retry, Ignore?

If I tell you how it is,
You'll probably laugh,
For right now I cannot,
Separate the grain from the chaff.

In these alleys of rhyming words,
And lanes of cyber touch,
I found her standing, alone,
Lost in bits and bytes, as much.

If imaginary friends were ever so good,
Her voice was the sweetest ever heard,
You'll never guess what I did,
Even if you knew word for word.

Ferrous to the magnet's pull,
It hit a glass wall,
I could look through but not pass,
Yet I could hear every cry and call.

Addicted to hallucinating sights,
Which I had never seen,
I transcended from being to not being,
Passed from reality to my dream.

Sand slips from clutching palms,
As glass walls stand firm,
Electronic paths begin to erode,
I stand half apart, unable to confirm.

6 comments:

  1. @mirage: If only it was.

    @sonia: I'll try to be.

    @cactus: Thanks. :)

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  2. someday...youll get through that glass..you will.

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  3. @grafx: I don't know what to say to that.

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