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Idlewarrior
09/08/08, 03:14 PM
A wingless creature, spiraling, birthed defection, Pushed from the nest
A windless feature, dialing, to a new direction, Far from nights worth rest
I am worthless, finding myself alone again, and to no end, I’m trying

My mind made up, I may just make it, but my brain, it says I’m faking it
Faking, the problem is, I’m naked, bearing my all, from the heights
A fall of distaste, disgraced, giving a wink, the ground came closer
Closer to the brink, a crack in the sky, a tunnel to void to sink

But I blamed myself, what else can I do to peruse the truth out of you...
And I came close to hell, my mothers place, there was no escape
Like fine china came to age, I’m cheese, I’m wine, and I’m ok with hell
I’m fine with the odds bent into it; I am not a gambling man
Just to tell you, FYI, Forever Yours Indefinitely

Cause maybe you’d make time for me if I lied, if I died
Unforgotten the way I stayed and lived a full life
Of play, working hard to keep to my distance, I was resistant
To change, a diplomat would soon come to behave
As strange as I’d ever luck into behaving

A dollar for your time, and a penny for your thoughts
A dime to keep me company in a place that rots
Wake me, whenever you need me, because being lost
Wouldn’t be so bad if I had my eyes locked on like missiles
To that scrutinizing glance of insecurity