- Mar 2, 2002
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sometimes i don't see the purpose in expressing me--
it seems i defeat my own purpose--
while
the plight of me is confounding yet necessary--
and a festering light--
interrupting my spiritual sleep--
leaving me tossing and turning--
I* open and and half awake--
learning from
mistakes i never made--
teaching lessons i never learned--
raising questions i never asked--
until i ran out of causation--
no more cookies in my excuse jar--
only crumbs representing
failure to plan--
therefore planning to fail--
representing the life i feel i lead--
representing--
the
reason Y*
I* don't feel expressing me is so important anymore--
buttering bread all morning @ 5.75 and hour--
when my gift is priceless--
what type of **** is that?
(that's the world)
and it's infinite and absolute.
and cruel.
but i can't help living.
it seems i defeat my own purpose--
while
the plight of me is confounding yet necessary--
and a festering light--
interrupting my spiritual sleep--
leaving me tossing and turning--
I* open and and half awake--
learning from
mistakes i never made--
teaching lessons i never learned--
raising questions i never asked--
until i ran out of causation--
no more cookies in my excuse jar--
only crumbs representing
failure to plan--
therefore planning to fail--
representing the life i feel i lead--
representing--
the
reason Y*
I* don't feel expressing me is so important anymore--
buttering bread all morning @ 5.75 and hour--
when my gift is priceless--
what type of **** is that?
(that's the world)
and it's infinite and absolute.
and cruel.
but i can't help living.