Mar 06, 2006 23:27
Sonnet?
Once two steps ahead, now ten steps behind.
Life is not joyous all the time.
Words..they have... a certain toxicity,
when they stir those fears in me,
those doubts i put away long ago,
tossed them up; in the wind did they blow,
and yet sometimes i feel i didn't throw
away all the evil that torments me so.
Do I lie, do I jest, for what to i thirst?
A rendezous, a meeting, a jovial tryst.
Sometime to join with someone like this,
like that, or even no meeting at all...
I want to deal with everything raw;
I take my cards not as they are dealt, but as they fall.