The cold strains of discontent grow hotter
As a tired mind plays a silly little game
Swim in insecurity infested water

Singing drunken songs with alma mater
Of the remnants of fears that still inflame
The cold strains of discontent grow hotter

Woman, wife, friend, nobody or daughter?
The thoughts of self and who’s to blame
Swim in insecurity infested water

Always waiting for love or seeking imprimatur
Has it changed or does it remain the same?
The cold strains of discontent grow hotter

Never the hero and always the cotter
And when will life be met with acclaim
Swim in insecurity infested water

Constant panic leads the lamb to slaughter
Holds the shattered lines of the frame
The cold strains of discontent grow hotter
Swim in insecurity infested water

03/31/2013

Posted on 03/31/2013
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