one could count excuses like miles, each keeping us apart.
distances multiply, expand and contract, as fast as fingers can fly across keys.
my head, it says to me "be cautious. don't get hurt. don't take risks."
my heart, it says to me "this is it! this is it! this is it!"
wisdom leaves me with just one word. "try".
and i think that is best the best i can do right now.
anything more or less would be foolishness.
excuses, like miles, dissapear,
within a phrase,
within a gentle goodnight.
6:44 p.m. - 2004-01-29
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