Petes Poetry
Eat
The awkwardness of want.
Should I plead, should I wave a magic wand?
No guts, No glory, it's a matter of weight.
For many a wrong turn has bent my fate.
Is it the kill, and want no more?
Is it the curiosity of what's in store.
For things I don't know, things I need to learn.
As I flaunt my charm, wait my turn.
And heaven or hell, I guess it's where I choose to be.
Love or hate, just decisions of being free.
So take my hand, feel the heart beat.
Carve out your name on every sign post on every street.
The chase, the kill, no time to eat.
Peter Riddoch.
Should I plead, should I wave a magic wand?
No guts, No glory, it's a matter of weight.
For many a wrong turn has bent my fate.
Is it the kill, and want no more?
Is it the curiosity of what's in store.
For things I don't know, things I need to learn.
As I flaunt my charm, wait my turn.
And heaven or hell, I guess it's where I choose to be.
Love or hate, just decisions of being free.
So take my hand, feel the heart beat.
Carve out your name on every sign post on every street.
The chase, the kill, no time to eat.
Peter Riddoch.
