I wish things weren’t like they seem.
All tangible as something in a dream.
A life away from this nightmare reality.
Where I could just weave my own fantasy.
Freedom from this cage is what the bird sings
and is only heartbroken by the pain that life brings.
Running this maze for that proverbial cheese.
Wondering who to love and who to please.
Another bill, another month of rent.
Another week that’s just been up, gone and spent.
Another hour gone, another dime in my pocket.
Another dream to fade and a face lost in my locket.
My broken heart, scarred by the test of time.
Just waiting for that moment of the sublime.
That passing smile, that passing laugh that somehow passed me by.
Just waiting for that moment when the songbird gets to die.
Wanting something more than this struggle for life and loves.
Where everything won’t come down to cock size’s and shoves.

09/01/2003

Posted on 09/01/2003
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