emptiness
stoical to show
you aren't free

how's the army?

I still love your poems...even this most simple one

That reminds me of this:

I must obey the rules
I must be tame and cool
No staring at the clouds
I must stay on the ground
In clusters of the mice
The smoke is in our eyes
Like babies on display
Like angels in a cage
I must be pure and true
I must contain my views
There must be something else
There must be something good
Far away

thanks for the replies, no time to write right now though... i'm still in the f'n army. i'll check up when i can though. read my new one! thanks

what she said.

and the new one too.