stumble down
silence runs itself down,
running zig-zag patterns
with the headlights pointed at some point
far away from here
this is how you run from it
this is how you say get lost
build up on your dreams
a rundown castle in the sky
stock up on morphine
cos all we do is die
coughing up our hearts
broken and bleeding on the ground
we never make a start
one day we'll be faster
than the speed of sound
revel in our
forever youth
but we can never
run so fast
castle in the sky
away from here
dying illusions
frozen inside ourselves.

Another five-minute poem from me. ^_^

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June 99