May 2nd, 2003


utter randomness.

There's so much that I want to say
But when I go to write it, it all runs away.

Grad school is hell, that's one thing for sure
If only my other problems wouldn't stick like burrs

People can be good; people can be bad
And sometimes it's people trying to make me sad.

It's simply difficult for me to say goodbye
Sometimes I just have to so I do it with a sigh.

And in the end I have to know, so I try to speak
But silence is all I have, does this make me weak?

This verse is utterly random, has no meaning at all
If you belived that, do you believe tales that are tall?
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