Winding, by . QUEENIE . Subscribe to rss feed for <b>. QUEENIE .</b>

the path we walk
has many bends
we have to learn to 
watch our steps
and turn with the times.

you cant look back
there is no past
you have to keep going
always moving fast.

the lights that
bright the way
are blinding,
it's brighter out 
there than day.

you have to keep your cool


yeah and thats like the dying point of that. i didnt really

feel too terribly strong about this one. it was intended 
for a person, and yeah the message just never got sent. i 
still think they are one sided adn selfish, blinded with 
vain and drugs and boys and being right all the time. i 
dont hate them, i just wnat them to grow up and see teh 
light.
Posted: 2005-03-17 14:46:07 UTC

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