Delusion (2-9-08)
You are everything.
You are anger, pretension, relaxation, love.
Your shoes are too worn and your jeans are too tight.
Your hips are too wide and you lack the voice to sing.
But you do it anyway.
Your life is reluctance. Much of it is forced.
"Do it for me."
Bite your tongue; that's not right.
A heart bigger than your hands,
What's the use if it bursts?
Your life is focused on the bests, untimely with the worsts.
"Quit with the rhyming!" (She's right, it's tacky.)
Your voice is still raw, broken, shaky.
Maybe it's meant to be this way.
Abrupt.
You are anger, pretension, relaxation, love.
Your shoes are too worn and your jeans are too tight.
Your hips are too wide and you lack the voice to sing.
But you do it anyway.
Your life is reluctance. Much of it is forced.
"Do it for me."
Bite your tongue; that's not right.
A heart bigger than your hands,
What's the use if it bursts?
Your life is focused on the bests, untimely with the worsts.
"Quit with the rhyming!" (She's right, it's tacky.)
Your voice is still raw, broken, shaky.
Maybe it's meant to be this way.
Abrupt.