Dec 09, 2007 14:51
I keep my ambitions high,
and my hats low.
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
vulnerable and on show
I move pretty slow,
but that's my favourite pace.
Just like inside a coffin is your favourite place.
And what place but underground,
for someone to whom the light just can't be found.
Is it too bright?
Will it sting your eyes and disturb your senses
or is it just
you can't adjust
after being in the dark so long?
I write long unimportant spiels about
rebelling rockers with roaring rock 'n' roll riffs and
ruby red roses righteous rebelllion
that riccochet back and forth
back and forth
in the walls of the world wide web
because nowhere else will stand the racket.
But the main thing is my rebellion is a joke,
and that's not a cheesy F.F.A.F quote, it's honesty.
i've been told it's the best policy
but to preech it to you would be downright hypocrisy so,
i'll leave you a final message.
one with depth and clout!!
...um...
Does anyone know what this was supposed to be about?