So many pages, So little time.
A clean page of paper is a crime.
For all the spaces need to be filled
or you get hypnotized by the white and blue grill.
Running over all the open pains.
As the sentence structure is barely maintained.
Filling the space like water in a glass.
Watching as the world and clouds pass.
While the world swallows it's gas.
Just letting tomorrow come as it goes.
Relaxing, just going where it flows.
So maybe it's all a shame, you say
but in the end we all end up having to pay.
One way or another, you know the story
for without them guts , you gets no glory.
The true secret is bigger than life
with children and a pretty wife.
So your stuck in your hometown
with your baby and thorny crown.
Bleeding hands and no shoes,
as you work with the cleanup crew,
A no one to you or me
too dumb or blind, to see.

10/19/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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