Crawling underneath and in
between the tides
Of the past and of tomorrow
casting their reflections sweet,
but sorrow
A life inside and another, hazy, looking in
Such masks of confusion again spied sneaking,
sin
Still clinging to direction,
never allowing doubt
Just borrowing a memory
a dream with no way out.
Copyright ©2005 Sarah Jean Cuddy
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