2003-07-05 - 7:27 a.m.
sorry my love
to forsake such a fate
what is real must reveal and it won't perpetrate
it is me, as you see, no I won't imitate
some harmonic of me that would dare modulate
with the violence, the selfish, the vile and the hate
unless in defining the boundaries of late
I might gain your respect in the heat of debate
but that's all part of turning, we learn to relate
to the process of bosses, lost causes and bait
which lured in the fish or whatever you ate
that caused you this mentally segregate state
some stone slate or home plate you substrately fixate,
you innately lactate with a greater flow rate
of this resonate state where you must activate, disassociate, self-manipulate
but it's getting you nowhere, I tell you no lie
I'm just letting you know there's a time you will die
your body so vacant, no eye shining bright
and those carefully cluttered remains of your plight
all those letters and photos of love, peace and strife
will be sorted by someone involved with your life
and that body of yours planted deep in the ground
decomposing till none but the bones can be found
will be raised by the voice of the trumpeting sound
there and then that is when all will be bowing down
and I pray you will say, "this is one party town!" instead of "where are you? there's no one around..."
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