I look around and am left hanging like a washed up college house,
In my present fix
There is no forward bound.
I want to write...
I want to fight...
Burn fresh fire in a darkened hearth,
Dream and inspire the laughs of tomorrow,
Old Hermes carried me well.
Does choice hang heavy in thought?
Will the heavens take back a star?
And when will courage meet destiny
In life?
Idiology takes my hand and cries
Much to vain with a scarlet smile.
Break a false name
And attach to missery in swing.
Take back the moon
I am zero gravity.
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
I look around and am left hanging like a washed up college house,
In my present fix
There is no forward bound.
I want to write...
I want to fight...
Burn fresh fire in a darkened hearth,
Dream and inspire the laughs of tomorrow,
Old Hermes carried me well.
Does choice hang heavy in thought?
Will the heavens take back a star?
And when will courage meet destiny
In life?
Idiology takes my hand and cries
Much to vain with a scarlet smile.
Break a false name
And attach to missery in swing.
Take back the moon
I am zero gravity.
Idiot (ology)
