Improv
Jun 12th, 2006
Decaying as I am
I need not some promised land
I know that I am failing
Acceptance was the planNo silence in the sea
Nothing tranquil awaits me
Useless and used up
With too much using to doI have chosen everything
This is what makes it so bad
No matter what the action
The situation was created by meMy life is different
These grey streets will only get me down
They will never fool me
Integrate me as their clownStumbling through patches
Of flowered mortality
My daze is special
You you’re my goddess to be
