Subject: | The Dead End |
From: | Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com) |
Host: | 207-172-227-121.s58.as1.dnb.erols.com |
Date: | Wed Jan 20, 1999 at 10:23AM |
The Dead End
Conversations going in tangents
Without direction ... just empty air
For sharing without clear intents
Becomes meaningless and unfair
Knowing where you want to go
Before connecting to the show
Puts you in a place a cut above
For then, you may well find love
- Tristram
© Christopher W. Thomas
8:12am January 20th, 1999