Thursday, April 29, 2004

Take us from this place

She took
Off into oblution
Floating like a flotsam
Can you ever trust me?
Taking all for granted
Bring it home to father
I'm sure he will be happy
Like a rabbit in a hole
You'll hide from us all.

We circle
Patient and cunning
Flowers in the springtime
Inevitable, beautiful
Sinuous and splended
It's never untintended
As you cry out on the floor
In a pool of your own mind
When there's nowhere left to hide.

Handgun
To blow away your problems
Do you jump at shadows?
Will you take your feet off?
When the swimmer sights the shore
And she was waiting
Patient and cunning
A flower in the springtime
Inevitable, beautiful
Sinuous and splended
It's never untintended
When you cry at nothing
Drawing all the crowds in
Hysterrical and useless
Mystical and bruised
Lying like a newborn
In a puddle of your mind.

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