Spent So Much Time Trying To Build a Bridge, I Forgot That I Could Fly

dust off these weary wings leave the hungry faces to fall empty and howling all the fear and frightened men groping for a fist something to make you appear to them desperate for anything just some way to push a ghost to convince themselves because they know when they turn around the mirror is laughing hollow men smile so well but i refuse to be involved in that scene it doesn't stop them faster, they insist waving their arms enter my world intruders the walls are hollow and the floors and ceilings and the mirror is still laughing. 6 NOV 2010 1:27 AM BFLO NY