battle/peace

(Monday, July 02, 2007/3:42 PM)

Sit
Clockwork eventually makes one sick.
Situation makes one tick.

Different poses,
On beds of roses.

A noxious mixture flows beneath.

Help won't come from all sides,
Not everything's a joy ride.

But at least,
I'll say please.

And reach out to try.

Sure we all feel like failures sometimes,
And pennies fall out, some dimes.

Poor or rich,
In this ditch.

I'll wait for my next conflict.

Sometimes clockwork's just too fast,
Running and running, we won't last.

Back to the start,
From there we still part.

And create a new, sad ending.

Down the road I'll stop and stare,
Through the dark, deep, peaceful air.

Back to the end,
From there I will stand.

And wait for the beginning.

This world moves too fast,
These thoughts just don't last.

Till we stop,
Sit on a rock.

And just remain there, pondering.

To everyone I would like,
To confess this in spite.

Of the fact,
No one really cares.

And would even bother to read this.

It's true I do,
But this I'll conclude.

You don't need to stand,
By the storm or the bend.

Of your road or your river.

Cause' the ditch is where you need to be,
Help will come that very moment you see.

I'll try my best,
Put myself to the test.

And hopefully then I can say it.

Great, so.
I'll be waiting. ^^