22 March 2009

good to you ramble

i've been inspired
torn between sleep and waking desires
to give of myself 
or induced to acceptance

driven to talk to you
in spite of what i see
everything i am
not anything to be

i usually win
but my own demons re-awaken dreams
the suburbs tell me to live
and i tell the same story again

if i could live out my reformitories
they'd be enough to give you a sense of my despair
but i am messed up
and i can't miss the feeling

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