i am wondering
wether it's a sophisticated angle
to condemn life
for failure we've made
for chances we've missed
all i can feel is that
there's nothing holier than life
i don't believe in words of prophecy
i believe in my will and thirst
enough with images of death
i visit the old man in the lobby almost every day
looking at me; i can see the the hatred in his eyes
whispering words like this:"punks,idiots,..."
the old man serves me fueling streak of life in my veins
His sulk is easy to forget ; thrashed by images of ethereal impunity
Ready to face the fraud
"....arbitrary
...Absurd"
whatever you call
i won't swap a second of this succulent endeavor
I let this flimsy rope save me
and you let the sullen troll swallow
we'll see who's under illusion
who's on the up
we'll wait and see
Pedram
Jan 16th 2010
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