Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Let down
Broken hyperactive ideas,
I yearn to scoop them up and
Entomb them in the earth.
I think because they're dead and need a grave,
But maybe they need to be planted to grow.
Windswept smiles are so hard to come by.
There is no reason to smile,
Smiling through the pain only insinuates
That there may be some hope.
But I never feel that way.
I smile without so much as
A clue to the tomorrow's
That everyone clings onto
I cling to nothing,
It's all a circus of disappointment.
September 2, 2005
Suge
I yearn to scoop them up and
Entomb them in the earth.
I think because they're dead and need a grave,
But maybe they need to be planted to grow.
Windswept smiles are so hard to come by.
There is no reason to smile,
Smiling through the pain only insinuates
That there may be some hope.
But I never feel that way.
I smile without so much as
A clue to the tomorrow's
That everyone clings onto
I cling to nothing,
It's all a circus of disappointment.
September 2, 2005
Suge
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