Tuesday, April 01, 2003

Goat Ropers and Surfers

Dark halls bring us closer together
Elevator shafts warrant our secret
Plain stages set in time
When will it be mine?

This town keeps us near
Like a father to his child
Clever excuses for why this can’t be
Why is it so hard to tell me?

Hellos turn into goodbyes
Rambling utterances prostrated
Taking so long to say a few words
Can I just fly away like a flock of birds?

Letting weeks pass like seconds
Going along without saying a word
Actions speaking so proudly
How come that hurts so badly?

Bring me down on your level
I want to say the things I think
This could elevate us so high
Instead, I bite my tongue and let you lie...

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