Mar 10, 2005 19:06
desolate and stranded. possiblities collide with authority, structure, fate. storms of doubt and raging dissapointment, waves so high on what could've been crash up against the shore of a still silent me, let me scream and thrash, inside out.
a burlesque stone wall, stout and poised for
battle wills me to scale it, but how can i
even begin to climb when i can't see the top?
i am placid and serene, allowing
what i can not change
What do you make of me
What can you take from me
Pallid landscapes off my frown
Let me rip you up and down
i want what never stays. i am attracted to that which evades me under circumstances that i have no say in.
tell me something golden, let me live through your secret dreams.