Jun 24, 2009 22:30
Pop that top
you can twist and turn
move to the music?
Whatever you want..
Just know I am watching
I am right here, and I love it,
I crave that swing, that stagger,
the strutt and swagger,
and where have I been?
How we've changed, no longer idle,
hands tied and heads slammed together,
in the public, the pubic area,
where the fuck are we?
BOOM, here we are, bright white light.
It dies off, further and further
leaving me wondering:
Is this who I am?
Send here?
For now, at least, where is the future?
Past moments in present tense, blood pumping in my veins
and I fall asleep, again.
So I wake up, on a boat, in a dead sea
and I wonder, really, is this how it is?
Reality backhands you and you stand back up,
but there's no water to float your boat,
and you smile, knowing you just woke up.
FUCK.
So here I am..
Finally..
Except what do I _DO_ about it?