What is left of my yesterday
Held in my left hand, for posterity.
There is nobody around to hear me
So what is the point in feeling anything, really?
To fully accept your discipline
You must agree that your crime fits the punishment.
There are no signs out here, just landmarks
And none of them mean anything, to me.
Rushing to the death I’d wanted several times in life
I spent wanting the truth to end up with lies
Requesting the best meal you could provide
Ending up with a plate void of anything meaningful
And yet I kept walking like I was really going somewhere.
Seemingly endless roads, with twists and turns
Life, full of greatness then burns
Me sitting down is the only defiance I know.
The path has been a weary trick
Growing, like an angry dick
That doesn’t exactly know what to do with itself now.
Right now I stand in contemplation
My hope is some point fornication
But I’ll have to put off my sinning for this “thinking it through.”
Loving where I sit today
Thinking of him is my form of play
He’d blush if he knew how many times I wanted him on me.
Didn’t want to end up a jaded bitch
You read the one where I was a witch?
Funny how life turns around to remind you of the past.
Today I’ll fulfill a prophecy
The one where this is all make believe
Close my eyes and start my day again.
We all know a guy that’s a pretty good charmer
Just like we know pain always makes the best armor
Don’t deviate from your path just because it hurts.