Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Life and then Some



Politics becomes a drinking game
When the debates start to feel the same
I'm not ashamed of what I became
But I'm not used to this spinning fame

Understanding without knowing
It comes easy when you're not showing
From a balcony time is slowing
That's when my dreams start flowing

A cigarette for my cold bare hands
A novelty that I can't comprehend
The gossip that breeds on command
Won't ever meet my ancient demands

In the grand scheme of everything
Dangles infinity on a string
& it swings from a young white dove's wing
Wondering what red gifts it could bring

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