Thursday, January 11, 2007

Limitless

Come away

Come away

There’s much to be done

Today



Come with me

Come with me

There is far

Too much to see



There is far

Too much to do

There is much

Much more to you



If you care to see it



If you care to be it



Would you love me?

Would you be

The perfect wife to me?

Be a mother

To our children

Love me truly

As we build

Our nest

And watch it die

They go away

And then we cry



Then we grow old and grey

And soon we fade away



Together draw

Our

Last breath



But that’s been done to death

Would you fuck me?

Would you be

A little slut for me?

Scream for more

Be a whore

Help me be

Help me die

Give me drugs

Give me lies



And I’ll die young and free

And no one cries for me



But is that who you want to be?



Get married

Rob a store

Have children

Be a whore

Be a mother

Pop some pills



Kill a man

Buy a minivan



Go to church

Rape a baby



Buy a gun



Because you can

Because you can



Choose a path



Because you can



Listen carefully to me

What do you want to do?

What do you want to be?

Which part of you

Do you want to see?



Today is limitless



Tomorrow is

Another Day



 

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like your line of thought

February 23, 2007 5:29 PM  

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