i am still waiting at the park
i stretch my legs and feel the grass
sun came over
but she didn’t, yet

i am still waiting at the park
i feel nauseated and time, i donno what
someone came over and took me home
but not she

am at bed but still i feel am waiting at the park
i feel lifeless and i pinch my self
i can feel but someone else inside me
not me; not she..

epilogue:

the stonehenge saw seasons pass by
the stone bench saw seasons and life and love pass by

just cuz it rhymes ya maybe
but i feel itz said

partly as reply, being a mirror. partly as home to someone,,

On Mon, 2004-07-19 at 19:55, rock the sea wrote:
take me as your home
i would love to be your first resort
but if you dont
i would be your last resort as well
fall and fall as you may
but i will stand to be your home
and oh dear you are just like that ugly duckling
you had always mirrored urself in wrong places
just sit in front of me
and mirror urself in my heart
and you’ll see you have the beautiful of the minds