Is this what I want in life?


I don't want this

Watching the bedside, and waiting so long
Sooner or later, I know it'll come
I got a fever in my mind, biting at this song
Suppose that it'll eat away everything I've done

Tossed and turned again, so many beyond belief
All my thoughts lift up with a yank
Above is a ceiling white as a cloud
Below me there is a raft on a riverbank

Not a raft, a bed of air, so fragile that I'm dry
I don't know why
I start to cry

I don't want this

I fell off a tree and landed in Maine
Tumbled on down to New Jersey
Slipped on a marble, fell into a train
Landed on my face in Missouri

Not a train, a belt, so slick that I'm fine
I'm not finished crying
End with my sighing

I don't want this

Water is leaving my eyes and my ears
Washing away all the toil
From puddle to pool as I swim in my fears
My life flinches back in recoil

Not a flinch, an understanding, that ripples through time
I'm now finished crying
No more of this lying

I don't want this



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-11-10 at 09:36

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