Tuesday, December 10, 2002

Who wants homework, huh?
It gets in the way of stuff.
Stuff is what I like!
You meet up again,
going to the party soon,
dance the night away!

Wednesday, December 04, 2002

Who knows the future?
There is only one, you know.
His plan is for all.
Sometimes I break down.
And my defenses crumble.
All I can do is...
I am over-sensitive?
And what about you?
There were questions, yes.
And now they have been answered.
Does not make it right.