College
by Benjamin Neil 


I look back now and tears fall down like rain
my crowded mind is so cluttered with her eyes
pictures in the ash tray and on the wall
looking and laughing and taunting my will

I look in the mirror and the refection laughs back
my yellow body cering my mind
broken like a drop inside an icecube
thats looking, laughing, and taunting my will

So what now that my learnings done?
my dreams grayer now at the top of the hill
So what can I do that hasn't been done

Life is like a train;
It just hit me;
my blood splattered all over the windshield
© Copyright 2000 by Benjamin Neil

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