is it time to wear boots again
as i stare out the window
i tire of los angeles' heat
with dreams of going back to a cooler time
but in that wish i would leave this all behind
music and art and that which i've built with it
i'm a ball of emotion
convinced i could take it with me
but the truth is i'm mad
been mad for far too long now
and indeed i could take it with me
i'm so concerned and consumed by guilt
or fear that i'll hurt the one i love
the one i unwittingly threatened
because of their lack of movement
wanting change and growth and life
when they inch along
so now their in
did what i asked
and i'm still not happy
ready to change the stakes again
because i'm retarded and strapped into guilt
by their words
when if i just let the guilt go
let the love in
let the anger go
let the art in
let the solution-focused theoretical crap
actually into my world
know where the words come from
start tuning in to the subtlety
i might just get some peace
Monday, September 18, 2006
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