Monday, August 10, 2009

Pens and pencils are weapons of choice
for some
Reality of races, chases and the disgrace
of one who has made off with everything
My friends, you are the ones
your big brother warned you about
I am tuned out, like a television set
I am going to get, what I want
From you
Through and through
Over and over
We discover those that are lying
And now we are left trying,
to define the crime
That is theft of life and time.
All that seems real, is not
like a movie, or life,
it ends
the mistakes I have made
Upon which I may gauge
The level of my own purity
It's a stage, that we dance upon
And some of us sing
Our expectations, the enemy
We are all masters of destiny

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