Once you've gone through the fire
and the pain wears off
will you remember
the massiveness of your achievement
or will it always be
onto the next thing?
Your memory eludes you
so you write it down
Time is the ocean
and your sand castles
don't stand a chance
These rules I've made
will someday break me
these lines I write
just might save me
The onlookers don't know anything
they boo and hiss
out of boredom and frustration
This is my shaky crutch
fashioned from necessity
fashioned with great pains
line upon line
I'm coming clean
line upon line
I'll tell you what I've seen
This is the time to say it loud
this is the time
to make it clear
I'll break these words and lay them down for you
line upon line.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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