August 24th, 2000

photography

Written While Driving

IN A DARK LAND
WITH A PALE SKY
WHERE THE PAIN LIVES
AND THE FEAR GROWS

HOLDING ON TO ALL THE THINGS
I DO NOT NEED

CONSCIENCE BLEEDS RED
AND DREAMS BECOME DUST
WHEN THE HOT WIND
SWEEPS THE COLD EARTH

RUNNING WITH MY EYES CLOSED
I DO NOT SEE