Feb 14, 2005
6:09 p.m.
Gypsy Moon
I took the path of the wind
and was surprised
where the gray roads lead me.
The gypsy moon
caught me off-guard.
I caught you staring at me…
still awake,
still wanting to connect
with the weary wolf
of indifference.
How will we end up?
I don’t know…
I don’t care.
How does one feel…
If someone’s tired of feeling?
I will not speak,
I will not think,
I will not mind,
for I dwell on fate
and time
is where I rebel.
