Sep 10, 2004 03:58
it's nights like this that i sit alone in the dark and wonder where I'll be sitting in the dark tomorrow
locked within this cage
self-obsessive pity
tuned off to the world
by this pressure
and while I sneak acceptance
it is brief and tasteless
stolen for a moment
inevitably revoked
From this thrown I can see my past staring back at me
My life is laid out on the table
Self absorption climbs a cliff
And runs from the truth
That the bottom is inevitable
While we have all come to be
We will all come to pass
When our legacies die
Our ego's will be for naught
Still, we trek on
Hoping to find a ledge
And for just a brief moment pause
And know we are alive
Because or else we're dead
LET me know what you think... be honest, i can take it.