Prisoned Prose

Thank God I could remember this one!

Love a little

Leave a little

Take a little time to widdle down

a few thoughts for me

against the prisons of poise and prose

complicated things no one knows

how to break it down it seem

 

Well lately it seems we're all looking for someone

Anyone out there we can lean on

Sometimes I feel like I'm always the pillar

Never the pittied one.

 

To be a little more than that

better than they are

seems the standard to get by

longing for existance

while flirting with complacence

and then sit and wonder why

then we sit and wonder why

 

Some would call us children

while a child confounds with

honest questions we've outgrown

Better learned to ignor

taught to be numb to the world

pushing down dreams of who we are

 

Muting the music

in our own souls

that longs with this cry

Some they are fighters

live to higher standards

still most of us remane board with our lives

 

Spectators of the spectacular life

we'll sit around and make excuses as to why

Some just get lucky

some just tend to be

a little less than a little more

 

a little more than me.

Author's Note

(spelling will be reviewed at a later date:)

Reviews

[strange_gurl]

nice one