Thursday, November 19, 2009 @Thursday, November 19, 2009
One step at a time
I start moving forward
And then it all changes
Past, present and future swirls
Who am I
A shift in what used to be
No thoughts of you that cloud my mind
I feel the comfort that I should
All an illusion
For now at least
There's nothing here but winters cold
Comfort from the dark abyss?