I picked a poison apple, and knowingly took a bite,
Only to find it made me wise.
Kind of a twisted Cinderella- or was it Sleeping Beauty?
What was the story again?
I can’t quite remember- whatever.
The point is, I don’t need saving.
That tasty morsel gave me a choice
To be with or without Eden.
The choice was to leave my fins
For the freedom of feet on land.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 9:23 AM UTC
I picked a poison apple, and knowingly took a bite,
Only to find it made me wise.
Kind of a twisted Cinderella- or was it Sleeping Beauty?
What was the story again?
I can’t quite remember- whatever.
The point is, I don’t need saving.
That tasty morsel gave me a choice
To be with or without Eden.
The choice was to leave my fins
For the freedom of feet on land.