Trusting me or trusting not, <br />Everything's an endless plot; <br />Breaking boundaries between, <br />With a fresh new scheme. <br />Nothing is like it should be, <br />I'm numb inside of me; <br />Trusting the world for my time, <br />Reason for each rime. <br /> <br />We have now nothing going, <br />Just like the wind's blowing; <br />Love falls apart from inside, <br />Dark dim out the bright. <br /> <br />Fading rose old valentine, <br />Lonely moments between; <br />Sitting and waiting in grey, <br />Hours lost on their way.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/12-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
