Overcompensated


	Slowly discarding the inner self Thinking there's no use for it Living a cloudy, created existence Always peering through sweaty goggles Exhausted search for a sunny clearing A clearing that leads you away Wanting elated times to follow Sadness has devoured too much Falling through a bottomless grave At a high rate of desent How many lives are left? No one hears the cries of hollowness Unnoticed by a guarded view Lusting for a harmonious release Losing the battle of the senses Why do you replace your reality? Copyright ©2003 Eric E Ellison