awake in the morning
i realize your name
the way i live my life
an excuse
for the way you live yours
people in india die from unknown causes
while you blame so easily
and it doesn't slide off
as you might think it should
as i wish it would
when the reality is that this is it
i find peace here
knowing how near to me
you are my dear
but the rest is a game
in my head, i guess
that you play to remind me
convince me, that it is me
the one who has caused us to be where we are
it's a game you play that works
to secure your position
in life
when in reality you would be no different
without me
like a child planning an outfit
for the next school day
this is it
and it is ok
at least we came to where we did
at least we came out here when we did
we could stay like this forever
and it would be ok
with no expectations in our head
of the future
except respect and honor
and everything that comes out of your mouth
is wishful thinking
but to put the dream into action
is a desire and drive you lack
although steadfast and sturdy you continue
if only to be discovered
while i play the lotto
a vision, an image you want to impress
i can't even afford the tattoo on my arm
that i want
that is real
slow and steady wins the race
that i will give you
but the rest is your dream
that i no longer believe
Thursday, September 21, 2006
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