time passes by slowly, as the night drifts by slowly
city sounds out side the hotel windows
closed off from the outside making my own
interpretation of reality one thats slipping away
making my own world in a small hotel room
filled with secrets its walls have seen
not knowing why I even exist,
lonely, desprete, wishing and wanting,
slipping away
yet not knowing what it was
thats was how it started

-jene mccovey

Last update: Friday, May 18, 2001 20:00