Sunday, November 12, 2006

to live

Nothing ever changes

in the house of broken dreams.

The door's been black

for a long time now,

And it's all

as it seems.

Twenty-one years,

not counting it,

all odds against,

I don't know why.

Unearthly

Earthbound

Existance,

filled with

Nothing,

no work,

no play,

just idle days.

Make a plan,

Make a plan,

Maybe we'll suceed,

Or fail

Fail

Fail

Fail,

my tails spinning

the same circle

As so long

Ago.

Let it show,

Let it Show,

and then

they go,

till there is

no one left

to share with

this broken

Dream,

And no money

Never any

And if you'd

Work hard

to get some

than it wouldn't be

as it seemed.

But all is crumbling

around me

Except the

Insurmountable

Surmountable

Burdens

that blind the eyes

of those who believe

that just because

they were

Maligned

they don't

deserve

to live.

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