Mar 25, 2005 12:48
Innocence is not all its cracked up to be
Life leads to eternal end.
Snow falls on Pinon trees while
Adobe houses receive white washing
Sometimes more than 14 inches.
I like 14 inches, as long as its not
SNOW! I am so damn sick of snow!
What the hell possessed me to live
On top of this mountain? I remember now,
It was a paycheck... a good one...
Every two weeks my outlook changes.
I love my paycheck, yes I do.
I love my pad... and my new friends.
I have become innocent again.
Maybe the word is celibate.
Nobody is in the mood when it snows
all the time making possessed look
So damn innocent... and pure.
Nothing like me. I'm jaded.
It's safer that way.