revert

september.17.2003

Back into the places,
of times I thought had past.
Slipping down the progress,
I felt would somehow last.

Grabbing onto pieces,
I slip and hit the floor.
Again the cup is empty,
and longs for something more.

My life is on the rewind,
revert to what had been.
It all comes slowly back,
I'm all alone again.