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Questions.
Contributed by
xnoybis
on
Wednesday, 19th September 2007 @ 06:51:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Punching with fists
On concrete floors
Trying to get to
The bottom of it all
Bruises and scrapes
Fractures and blood
Looking for brilliance
In human on gray
And if I tried to tell you
Would you let me sell you
On what it is I see
Or would you scoff and
Criticize me?
And on the turn
Would I have the ear?
To hear what you say
In the crisp and clear
Or are we stuck
In some ritual rut
That acts as a scab
Over all the past cuts?
Are we really so shallow
That we simply can't see
That what's right for you
Isn't necessarily for me?
And can I fathom
The things that you do
Don't have to make sense
For any but you?
When finally we smart
And see these simple things
Will it be understanding
Or putting on airs?
Coming down to the moment
The human condition
Your guess as good as mine
On which end rendition
We'll finally see.
Copyright ©
xnoybis
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2007-09-19 18:51:39] (Date/Time posted on
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