The High Road
The abandoned pieces
Of my damaged heart
Lead to a room
Like
Romantic rose petals
That settle
In a final destination
Deep beneath a bed
Made
For rest and peace
The place
Where all dead ends meet
Becoming streets
For those
Who take the high roads
Then fall short
Of their goals
Commonplace
For incompetence
And comics
Of high-achievers
Non-believers
Of self-
Evident features
I do fear the truth…
No I don’t,
Never did,
And never thought about it
I promise
On the premise
Of truth
That lies within me
I’m full of it
And you know it
But the bulls
Can’t bear
To show it
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 12:23 AM UTC
The High Road
The abandoned pieces
Of my damaged heart
Lead to a room
Like
Romantic rose petals
That settle
In a final destination
Deep beneath a bed
Made
For rest and peace
The place
Where all dead ends meet
Becoming streets
For those
Who take the high roads
Then fall short
Of their goals
Commonplace
For incompetence
And comics
Of high-achievers
Non-believers
Of self-
Evident features
I do fear the truth…
No I don’t,
Never did,
And never thought about it
I promise
On the premise
Of truth
That lies within me
I’m full of it
And you know it
But the bulls
Can’t bear
To show it
Follow me @TheInsomaniac
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