tongue tied twisters tell tales of times torn among forlorn forms of norms divided by the mean as i've seen in between the reams of stories for(e)-i(g)n to me i believe more than i see
because it's more than meets the eye more than a deceptive lie
as hard as i try i feel i'm being left behind
so step by step with my two legs i walk forward
on a well worn path calculated aftermath a phantom draft blows in the breeze
icy winds chill as i see you

12/25/04