Monday, April 6, 2009

cold toes... lukewarm heart

i know you expected the contrast.
but it felt better to disappoint than to cater to your expectations.
I am not original.
i just do exactly the opposite from everyone else.
that is not original.
that is being predictable.

dearest dear, you child of four
do you know what you're living for?
you run and play and hide in the dark
but you run from fear of dogs that bark.
obstinate, you tell us "no"
though you really never wanted to go.
dearest dear, you child of four,
can you hear us through this door?
I have been all locked out today
all i had and all i'd say
the things i thought would benefit
have all proved to be a pile of. s. h. i...
so please don't tell me i am unique
can you all just quit lying to me?


what is blue has now turned white
and what was peace is now a fight.
the cheshire cat seemed to have it right
when he claimed nothing is as it seems.

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