inside of this cycle
are constant moments of demise
inside of this cycle
we never know when one shall srike
we spend so much time cavorting
within the wrongs
of what each of us do
assumming that in some way all around us are
perfect and know exactly what it is they
are doing
the truth is that each one of us is as fucked
and confused as the next, trying so hard
to keep it in and play off another day inside the
cycle without getting spun to shit
and dropped in the eye
i wonder, lying crumpled and preparing for no more
breath... will it make sense then? will i look
back and think to myself
fuck, i wasted a lot of time being angry at stupid shit
?
maybe not... i mean, being angry at stupid shit has done a lot for me... given me some great material... but has it been worth it? have i lead myself and others astray?
ahh... so many questions... and each answer an opening to another set of questions... forever growing...
within this cycle spinning visciously
shards of betrayal incarnate whisping by...
mocking whispers of satisfaction
glowing bric-a-brac
lighting the fog... independant philosophies
like swamp mire to swim through...
just breath out, love someone who loves you, and
fucking live...
i'm telling you all truth... life is long, life is
short, life is hard, life is a whole fucking slew
of things...
just watch out. not all chains and cages are made
of steel.
Reason for writing:
for those of you who can figure out who this is by my writing... i thank you from the bottom of my heart for your comments and appreciation. for those of you who can't... shame on you.
Birth sign: Cancer
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