When people stop giving a darn
I look for this short, beautiful cairn
This marks a special place for me
Where I can pretend that I am Free
I want to get away from those who rant and rave
Do they even care about this Life they save?
Until I know that I can behave
I spend my time in this dark cave
Do people turn to crime because they were not loved enough?
Or is it a fragmented sequence in their DNA stuff?
I want to feel normal
My condition appears to be hormonal
Who are you to take a Life?
I really want to be over this strife
Does this story end with a knife?
I still yearn to be a happy wife
"We all have two sides," says my friend Steven
It just makes sense to be balanced and to be even
I am a hibernating bat who wants woken
I want fixed, just tired of feeling broken
I am the bat who drank the PBR
Where you cannot see a single star
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"We all have two sides." How true. It gets fun when those two sides (or more) start competing for first place and opposing desires drive you into a circular battle that you can't win. The brain is an amazing thing.
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