"Four Years Gone"

Time flies when you're having fun,
Or putting words to rhyme,
Spending hours racking your brain,
To come up with nothing worth a dime.

Some were pretty cheesy,
Others were downright cool,
And some, like this, were mediocre,
As you read it you started to drool.

So after four years gone,
I've run out of things to say,
Or atleast writting them down,
Has become harder along the way.

∙ 140th ∙ 08/07/04 ∙