2003-04-16 - 1:47 a.m.
quit your pushing stop your stalling
say you must have kissed your malling
you say you'll do a lot of things
but you don't like what evil brings
it's just a pact you've made to score
the package that you're waiting for
when it comes you'll break it down
there'll be a party in your town
a festival of bands and friends
for seven days (until it ends)
you'll speak of things so long held back
and everyone will help you pack
target hearted -- hard hit archer
tears will flow at your departure
that's the reason that you're saving
but you're distracted by the craving
which keeps you searching for a place
where you can freely stuff your face
such a minimal cost at that
(as long as you don't get too fat)
an interum hang out where you find
all the things that stroke your mind
meanwhile in society
all the sell-out sites to see
reach you in your stupor state
where you sit and vegetate
you detach and start to stray
convinced you've earned this time away
creative juices poorly wasted
as you succomb to things you've tasted
it's really all come down to this?
you won't be leaving...
won't be missed.
somewhere down the road a piece
where up is down and west meets east
a portal opens up for you
but you're not there and won't go through
because you're stuck at archer's ball
watching sparrows as they fall
calling fire to come forth
something told them to fly north
as in springtime you lay down
on that plot of fertile ground
no flower grows where no seed dies
the balmy breeze blows on your thighs
you segregate your satisfaction
from the ultimate transaction
what crime is it to kill a dream?
to dam creative forces' stream...
expression smacked down by the teacher
impressions that will never reach her
attempts which met with disapproval
resulted in the swift removal
of the thing which well might save
the dream you had when you were brave
there's no time for feeling down
I'm still here in your hometown
reaching for you in the dark
if by chance this hits the mark
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