die, my silly soul
what are you waiting for
everyone leaves
everone abandons
you're just not good enough
you ride on what you conceive
~
and so i will
i'll die another day
but still breathe to stay
fountain of youth?
we all thought that so
where are we now?
where did the time go
~
you want fancy metaphorical
i could give that to you
talk about mists and butterflies
reflections in ponds
and mirrors with both sides
a lake and it's ripples
finding solace underneath cripples
~
oh yeah...it's all there
can change it like underwear
but what about the plain and simple
little boys dirty faces
and funny little dimples
the plastic pool in trailer park yards
grandma and her wings
sloppy xmas packages and all their crimples
~
so....sit by your state and figure it all out
i absolutely refuse to spell it all out
why is it us thinkers, philosopers and poets
have to bring the truth to the ..i just don't fucking know it?
~
well...time has told the tale...as much as we speak
it is to little avail
you've all got dog eyes
deaf, dumb and blind
and if you're not
you're not speaking...so...
what's the difference
to mankind?
~
you're sitting therer in your British Properties
back walls of glass, pool...and all at ease
calculate your own
with your jaded heart
but if it's not
it's not to late to depart.
~
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