Thursday, June 30, 1994

Dear Today (Date unknown)

Dear Today:
What's in store for me, another
Test in God's Laboratory?
Can I
Will I get to write my own 
End to the story?
Grey clouds
At last have turned to fluffy white
But that was yesterday
Before last night
Get dressed
Go to bed. 
End the aching in my head
Go through the motions, devoid of emotion
Pitiable fool
Sitting on a stool, tryin' to look cool
Feedin' you lines right off of the spool 

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