Sept. 19, 1995
I see faces everyday..........
Some from school, some from my past.
All of these faces..........
May never be familiar friends,
But there all, will be found in my memories.
Friends are faces..........
That are always there; foes are as well.
Acquaintances...........
Are friends not yet developed,
And all of their faces, are friends to me.
It is funny..........
How we all will play, the game of who?
Inside the mind of us all.
But it is only us; who remember how,
That find it fun in remembering,
Where we have seen those faces before.
