There's just
Too much sometimes
These faces and
These twisting lives
Which are spent well,
Lived well, brought along
With a proper kind of zeal...
There's just
So many of us that
The unity overrides the
Solemn outcast
Money made its
Way into my life
But not really
I tried...
I really did try
To care about the stuff and
About everything
It could give me
Maybe I'm too stupid
Maybe I'm not old enough
Maybe I'm too much of
A barbarian to need nothing
But something that was
Given to me or that I stole or
That I got on the cheap from nowhere
I see the future
As only a dream of a
Better present with more or
Less bearable troubles
There is nothing that
Exists that cannot
Be beaten
Or solved
There are many of us
With feelings that
Are only lost in the wind
Tossed in the stream
Careened as the Spring
Changes Her colors to the reverse
I hear the hearse of Death
But the gallows rarely seem
To fall on the reborn or saved
Their angel's with their harps, their
Wings and their rings smile into
A crowd that only lives for a detour
From damnation into a safer salvation
Pain shows to be such
A deal breaker
When discussing the
Pro's and con's of
Which side you'll
End up on
Irony crowns
It's holy humor
Of Lords once again
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 4:18 PM UTC
There's just
Too much sometimes
These faces and
These twisting lives
Which are spent well,
Lived well, brought along
With a proper kind of zeal...
There's just
So many of us that
The unity overrides the
Solemn outcast
Money made its
Way into my life
But not really
I tried...
I really did try
To care about the stuff and
About everything
It could give me
Maybe I'm too stupid
Maybe I'm not old enough
Maybe I'm too much of
A barbarian to need nothing
But something that was
Given to me or that I stole or
That I got on the cheap from nowhere
I see the future
As only a dream of a
Better present with more or
Less bearable troubles
There is nothing that
Exists that cannot
Be beaten
Or solved
There are many of us
With feelings that
Are only lost in the wind
Tossed in the stream
Careened as the Spring
Changes Her colors to the reverse
I hear the hearse of Death
But the gallows rarely seem
To fall on the reborn or saved
Their angel's with their harps, their
Wings and their rings smile into
A crowd that only lives for a detour
From damnation into a safer salvation
Pain shows to be such
A deal breaker
When discussing the
Pro's and con's of
Which side you'll
End up on
Irony crowns
It's holy humor
Of Lords once again