Every day is a new way to chase rabbit trails
New places to sleep so the old ones
Don’t remember me.
I can be clever,
Pull the wool over my own eyes
[there’s two of them]
Us. Two of us.
Like I can dinner dish her all my blame
Keep this one clean,
Keep this one sane.
But I’m quickly running out of hiding places,
She’s catching up like a rolling wave.
And no matter how many hours
I white-wash these walls,
Like clockwork I wake up to a newly painted room
In whatever colour she happens to choose.
I’m tired of tripping on
Falsehoods of free
So give me an excuse and a weapon to wield
Rage against the Villain in me.
4/29/2008
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i love it.
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