Saturday, September 27, 2014

2.1241 : 9/25/08 : Mission

A walking curdled stomach
filled with fear and suspicion
I cannot bring myself to
give a shit about the mission
like I even know what that might be
the nothing that you ever gave to me
nothing at all will change
there’ll be some words, recrimination
some other night again
I’ll be stuck with this same sensation
I don’t really need to control everything
but the barbs of uncertainty sting
do I surrender let it be what
it is or do I balk
what’s the use of staying up
for a useless talk
postpone deciding a little while
nobody wins but that’s my style

what
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