Preach your own sermons to yourself,
I am sick of your Word.
The rhetoric has made me sick
I spoke, but you never heard.

I'm packing up my bags,
I'm ready to go.
Walking out on you,
it's time for me to grow.

Stifling and stagnating,
a plant in a pot will never be a tree.
Your rules just bog me down,
so now I will cut myself free.

10/29/2002

Posted on 10/29/2002
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