2003-10-28 - 4:02 p.m.
I'm not sure where to go from here
I need to "own" this sin I fear
I draw and then I pass
I cover my own ass
I start to second guess,
believing my own press
and what could be much worse?
stuck awkwardly in verse
around the block, I've learned a few
I'm listening, but not to you,
I have to keep these forces in control
a train of angry horses on a roll
I'm sure there is a moral to this goal
it started back when I was a lost soul
so listen to yourself but not too much
these copious extremes and dreams and such
are trained upon a sure and steady hand
one jerk to right or left is a command
and the journey joins the random ampersand
if I don't listen to the one who's in command
I could end up in some exile in foreign land
or blown away by enemies who's god decrees
to execute the infidels down on their knees
one fatal swing of Ramadan's swift swordsman ease
I've learned to quickly judge a germ by its disease
so pardon me if I don't come off understanding
I really hear you but I find it too demanding
I'd rather give in to the one who's proven true
And I cannot hold my breath and wait for you
Unless you're merely hanging back to tie your shoe
At least that's prob'ly what you'd say when you were through
after stubbornly defying all I do
to overcome the self defeat
to lead you into joy complete
and try to be the sort of brother who
aspires to be a soul who's other than untrue
because I'm not just in for me but in for you
so there's a message in each thing I say and do
I see the random ampersand, it's hanging low over the hand that silently influences all the subtle nuances and other vain pursuances relating to celestial trances entrained throughout the tribal dances, culturally defined... rising falls in quick decline... and all I ever lived for comes back to me in brain TV, composited inside of me, a life devoid of usury, though different than it used to be, it might not be enough... the greatest thing is love.
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