Digital Smiles (1/19/09)

Tick-tock, the evil clock
of time/that rhyme
Drip-drop, the sand won’t stop
to flow through this hour-glass

Time flies/ we’ve said goodbyes
words said/ penciled lead
Scratched on a wrinkled page
of amber, jade and sweet

Digital smiles sent to digital friends
I wish that i could see you all again
but at least I can find a comfort in the solace of a bleeding cloud,
veiled beneath a smoke-screen shroud

Too late to have undone what I thought I’d never do
Oh-well. Maybe we all will just let by-gones be by-gones
and sleep in a slumber of ignorance and pride
because we all know that it truly is bliss, right?

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