Caught in the eye of the hurricane;

Eight of Swords. Lost.
A fire I just can't put out.
Can't stop what I start.
Sometimes I blame the distance I am away from home..
Sometimes I blame the increasing need to surrender..
Sometimes I wish I could erase the need..
Most of the time, I tell myself, you reap what you sow.
I don't wanna get started on my future... I really don't..
I just want time to just stay with me for awhile..

So... I don't really know what I want.
I know what I should want.





x L