Hayley Hartmann

Generation trance

So much to say,
Though nothings been done.
Crossing the same paths,
Chasing the sun.
Death rattle, skeletons One.
I am half alive, I am half dead.
The earth is the anchor and the drum.
My family, my universe, my only home,
This state my souls birthplace.
Yet I show another cheek.
Rumble it comes...
Our twisted dance for love.
We are history, we are the future
This present is our essense.

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 01/13/2005.

 

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