May 15, 2003 23:03
intuition:
he’s coming to get me
under no condition
will he let me
find a way out
of the north,
to flee south
in disguise
in a stolen ride
safety is non-existent
refuge is a place
i won’t find.
insight:
i see him coming now
under no circumstances
will I find a way out
of this town
to someplace spacious,
underground
in disguise
in a hitch-hiked ride
security is obscure
no asylum, only violence
the demise is
all mine.
bottom line:
I could promise God
I could put on the facade
that I deserve another chance
...but how many chances can one man be granted?
I could promise my Lord
the same promise as before, and before, and before...
that I’ll be good, if only He would
just save me, dammit
don’t let him get me
aid me to safety
lay this down safely
Please, Sweet Jesus,
let me get away unscathed
may there be no restitution
for the ways I've misbehaved.
.d.