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10/24/08 at 05:00 PM by Jonathan Bautts
|Get my hopes up, why donít you?|
Iím ensnared in your trap, soon to get dashed on the rocks.
Lead me along, a sheep to the slaughter.
Iím a sucker and you know it.
You take my hand and off we go.
I donít know any better, lost in my own little utopia.
Or maybe Iím just too naÔve to think any different.
So it goes.
At first, I think this might be it.
Perhaps this isnít a myth and fairy tales do exist.
I take a step into the unknown and believe
Blind faith is better than nothing at all.
Like a balloon I continue to expand,
Feeding on your airy words I have so long desired.
But the pressure swells as I plummet to the ground,
The reality of gravity impossible to overcome.
Shielded from my own inhibitions
You took advantage of my wishful thinking from the start,
Leaving me powerless to resist,
Clinging to the lost chance of something realized.
Now I lay shattered on the deck
Still reeling from your wave that caught me off guard.
The ship has been abandoned, no chance for rescue left,
A once perfect lie exposed to the world.
Even though it hurts today, it will all be gone tomorrow.
Then maybe Iíll be ready to start over.
But right now emotion is nothing more than a motion to me,
And Iím standing still.
So do me a favor and blow me up.
I need to feel again.