Spend hours with someone you want to know
In a desolate place because the land has hope
For nothing more than bubbles, tea and cigarettes
But the land is least of my mind's things
Because hours spent on this are hours spent on smiles
Laughter and honesty springs forth from eyes to ears
Oh what a mess we are, but what a knot we've tied
But now, all knots are confusing to comprehend
Uncertainly but at a steady pace my mind is following
Your trail of something new that we all want
But it seems the trail will never end
Because as a I know it, it's leading elsewhere
We all look for answers upon stones and thorns
Of how we can confuse ourselves with nothing less
Than love and it's boggling followers
So now the questioning answer is where am I now
8/03/2009
Surely, Unsure
Written by Unknown at 11:37 PM
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