the curse of being human
the grass is always green
on other sides of fences
but never in between

her house is always cleaner
yet she finds my bed so warm
softer then her own
you see a wife
I see a whore

but looking in her mirror
misunderstood is what she sees
someone who loves a lover
who never will be free

Never being happy
to busy we all mourn
what we have
not good enough
always we want more

picking at the scabs
formed by the cuts of life
never let it heal
make it bleed memories
relive each and every strife

U see the neighbors hen
strutting through your yard
your plumper goose
is just his tub o'lard

Looking through our own eyes
the world is never right
never ever good enough
we humans live for strife

too bad we can't wake mournings
eyes refreshed by sleep
with honesty not memory
but we are all~too human
living in envy of a dream

10/28/2006

Author's Note: I am in a crappy mood...can you tell?

Posted on 10/28/2006
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