Wednesday, July 20, 2005


a wall has come to the end of my journey
my hand is holding some release papers
my clothes are packed in the case
a room is prepared for my arrival
however, i grow tense
i am leaving family and friends behind
a tear forms but doesn't fall
everything is becoming blurry
i see your faces smear and i don't wanna go
never wanna say goodbye

© 1994, 2005 thomas bates

1 comment:

The_Unsaint_Hate said...

Awww, this was type-sad. Nonetheless sweet in its own way.

Hey, you likePearl Jam too? I do. I love them niggas. What top-5 songs do you like from them? I'm dying to know. ;)