01/11/2006 5:53:06 PM

My Life

I want to read life,

I want to see the blurs of existence,

I want to experience retrograde in transient,

I want to see redness unpure in serenity,

I want my fingers to be the ones to tap the keys,

I want my blacks and my whites to clash in a middle ground,

I want my light to never blow out,

I want my yearning undone in a plastered wound,

I want my insolence to cure my tolerance of soul,

I want my cradle groom to see me through,

And furthermost, i want my spindle to cry.