contradicting,
to what i am lead to believe,
you hold strong,
and with a shrug,
you brush off your discontent thoughts,
and put them aside,
hero,maybe?
only a beholder can decide,
and in the heat,
while one tosses in the night,
dreams capture my attention,
and I'll douse myself in impurity,
if you think we can stay awake,
and with my ratio cut down,
who am i to believe?
and where am i to stand?
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 8:45 AM UTC
contradicting,
to what i am lead to believe,
you hold strong,
and with a shrug,
you brush off your discontent thoughts,
and put them aside,
hero,maybe?
only a beholder can decide,
and in the heat,
while one tosses in the night,
dreams capture my attention,
and I'll douse myself in impurity,
if you think we can stay awake,
and with my ratio cut down,
who am i to believe?
and where am i to stand?
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