Monday, January 02, 2006, 1:15 PM
Familiar faces all around
nothing more than shadows
The closer you are,
the further you drift
Lands do not separate us
but yet we part
the irony of distance
make it more distant
The meaningless faces
and hovering shadows,
nothing more than
auld lang syne
Nothing lasts forever
shackles nor bonds
The moon above our heads
the paths beneath our feet
The similar will differ
our paths will not converge
The lone traveller
belongs nowhere
He who sits in the dark
quivers at night alone.