Sunday, November 12, 2006

lessof

I sit and wait
For a home
Purgatorial antiparadise
No glass-half-full shit
Feeling in my wrists
Where you can really feel things
Where your strength does lie
Now now
Mine has diminished
And all you want is to suffocate
Because the pain is less than
That which you have to
Endure
Greener grass
You think you'll find
1000 miles away
But youre paralyzed
And there's no ride
So all you do
Is wait
You sit and wait
And break
And break
You clean up their pieces
too
And you want so bad
to fade
But you realized
It's not just you
And you dream and dream
For a beautiful aesthethe
Of architectural design
A piece of land
White picket fence
American in kind
But then you wake
The dream it fades
Hope fading with it too
Yet all do
Is sit and wait
For a home
for them
And you

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