whirligirl round and round... nobody knows.
but i can't seem to leave.
and you come back every once in awhile
and tell me not to leave
but you seem like you're going
but maybe not. but maybe. you'll wait.
and you really come by sometimes and i can remember what you look like (hair down is easier) and i can remember what you smell like, and that's nice. and i wonder well, was that it?

oh, and then i may be misled.
i'm just going to go to sleep now.
lost misled to victory. 010503
what's it to you?
who go