If I write of rage, I wonder
If I write of sorrow, others do
If I write of possibilities I tarry towards,
It's just the inner me
Trying to get a message out

I am stuck
Buy why
In this quagmire of providence
Stick pen of circumstance

Who was it that said living is easy
Throw away the lies and bring me reality
Oh wait, this is reality
These broken hills upon which I last sat
These crumbled pills I leave just so
Carry me where
Away from empty cans and senseless tears

Tell me the reason for hesitation
If you know
If you care to
Free my soul
Lift my wings
Don’t leave me here to trample underfoot

Around the scheme of foolish dreams
I’ve held onto so long
I’ve forgotten how
To seize the moment now in view
Tangled mess of strangled wishes
Torn apart by my own hands
By whose design
I care not to discuss

08/14/2007

Posted on 08/15/2007
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