Saturday, January 22, 2011

The Meaning Of Life

here in the queue
step
wait

talk to strangers
step
wait

think about my bladder
step
wait

wonder how it will be
step
wait

turn around get a look at where i've been
step
wait

anticipation grips me
step
wait

getting close now
step
wait

three to go
step
wait

sorry folks he just left





i once waited on an answer from god

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