This sliding scale of life
Brings such a sweet, succulent joy
And yet, always such strife.
My words only become coy.
I never really know
Where I am on this scale
I rant, I rave, I rail
Against the machine.
This ship is slowly sinking
While I sit here, unblinking.
It always turns out the same.
In your distant mirror I glance
At you, taking this chance
On such a sliding scale of life.
It has yet to turn out right.

10/04/2009

Posted on 10/04/2009
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