My situation

The smell of earth in spring.
There is nothing new under the sun.
My situation is beyond hope.

Roulette under the tree of right and wrong.
Like it was yesterday I remember that I ate rotten apples.
I am a self-taught  Lord's prayer.

The poor song is whispered in my ear.
A choice looks like the morning prayer.
Every window was wide open.
The sun is streaming.

19:29 2010/04/19 Monday