His sense disappeared
A lost line inside himself
Scarred by the failure
Taken on a ride
Mutual, we're alibis
Memories that fade
Left for one to choose
And trapped in indecision
Hopelessly impaired
Clean an empty house
The past has been set in stone
Nervous gestures made
So much left to say
Waiting for the perfect day
Without Confusion
Written 10-23-07
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