saying a lot of stuff
about we this
and we that
remember
the poetry is within me
like the songs that haven't been written
sure i play guitar
sometimes i ride along
i will
but more so happy to have found this voice
again
and i won't be tricked into giving
100% more than i can give
guilted into living
a life i cannot live
and i won't be sharing information
with each and every one
giving ammunition
on how my life is run
like friends who manipulate and cheat
live in a cloud of denial
and deceit
i mean as long as you are honest
with yourself
and who am i to judge?
but it does spill over you probably don't see
how your lies, and judgement affect me
your insecurity drowns out the voice
of mine, and everyone's
though somewhere underneath i know you can hear
but i am afraid it will be too late my friend
and i have no more time to waste
coddling your confused and petty face
wishing you had friends that followed you
as though life were a race
for money
or fame
or beauty
they never will, you know
everyone has got thier own
you know
battles to win
ghosts to chase
aspirations and reasons
for living different than yours
invested maybe not
but history is a joke
it bears no witness for what is to come
there's something you should know
your expectations will fall flat
so rely on what's in you
you will only get to keep what's yours
what's inside your soul
stop looking for guarantees
on a life worth living
i've never had a dream
when reality was present
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
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