You sit over there all full of yourself
high on a pedestal of what could only be described
from this layman's terms
as holier than shit!
pretentious at best, worrisome at worst
cast me off like some misbegotten flea,
like I don't matter
say's who
you?

and who are you, exactly
what have you done for me lately
or ever,
no matter ...

I am amused at such hypocrisy
small little world with nothing to roll
against the next venture
and I've seen them all,
tell me words and watch them swirl
as they so often do
and fade
with the new dawn, rolled under the groaning
the moaning
laughter erupts and I'm free again
why should I even bother
I know better than this ...

thinking, not!
wondering, sure
caring, I always did
nothing new under this sun
truth is a gem and few have found it
many have searched and still look
careful not to betray
secrets we share or was that an illusion, too....

I used to believe in the magic
I used to believe in the dream
but time teeters on and I'm still standing, right under the willow tree
but, where in hell are you?. ..

12/03/2007

Posted on 12/04/2007
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