By Wild~Flower
Date: 2001 Aug 08
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The Net

Every time I think
I have the answer
The question changes
I never meant for it
To ever be like this
It's the circumstances
That I don't trust
Nor myself to choose
I have been fooled so
Many times before
That now
My trust is shattered
I walk a tightrope
In darkness
Not letting myself
Fall
Completely
Until I'm sure
Of the net