Saturday, February 24, 2007

Coming To

Maybe I'm not what I think I am,
Maybe everyone sees something different,
And if I could only see me now,
But, alas, I can't.

The teeter's so wobbly I'm afraid it will fall,
Definitely on one side,
And neither one's necessarily welcomed,
But how I must live, I must abide.

And it doesn't matter if I become insane once in a while,
And even if I go and never come back,
There's a lot of bullshit I wouldn't miss,
And nothing I should lack.

And it's alright,
I may have gone there already,
And I don't think I am the only one,
That has entertained that possibility.

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