Thursday, September 18, 2008

Unchageable Mind

There's too many things running through my head. As I lie down at night, I think in fright, Of what's to come, And of what soon will be.

The things I think,
Put me in a shrink,
But I won't complain,
For you all will see.

It's the difference you fear,
But change is so near.
You're all in so deep,
Intertwined in those lies.

This isn't a declaration,
Nor a proclamation.
It's just my way
Of letting it go.

No judgment please.