is it in my head..
to be all things
to all people..
sometimes wise..
and sometimes
I'm simple..
whether it be
fashionably late
or drop dead
on the dime..
who am I pleasing
why am I trying
to rhyme..
the need to please
submitted to thee..
there's an alien
amongst us..I believe
it's really you and me..
do you see..through
the grand fascade..
stunning and brilliant
oh so decadant
to the touch..
to be all things
to all people..
Like losing yourself
in a crowd full
of people..
spinning round
and round..
oh so dizzy
losing touch
with all reality..
and dreaming of an
escape..with no
obvious light at
the end of the
tunnel..serving time
making rhymes..
pretend it all tastes
like candy..
By Rick Weber
November 27, 2011
copywritten
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