BAPTIZED IN THE OLDER THINGS OF LIFE

new images become old
weird becomings untold
chatter all around
friends abound
melancholic songs ring out in the air
never meeting, never ending is unfair
will there finally be a picture of what can be?
will there ever be a future laid out for me?
i am still searching on who i am
i am getting weary and very sad
i know i am selfish sometimes
but when you're lonely too
then there would only be you
and then all new things will die

© 2002 thomas bates