June 22, 2009

Why must I feel like today?




I take a moment to myself, so I can hear myself
To feel myself, be real myself
Life's addictions and afflictions cause abrasion from the fiction
Sometime it's easier to live in fiction
I can run but I can't hide from the pains that reside down deep inside
There is no pill that can be swallowed
There is no guru that can be followed

There is no escape from my own history
Those that are hurt and those that hurt me

I was dead for a million years before I was born
I'll be dead for a million years after I'm gone
So I live to give something that can live on





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