Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Alone in a Chinese restaurant
I know the feel of
Dilapidated stares.
The feeling of their thoughts of
How pathetic and sad I appear.
At least I know
How to not care on my circumstances.
I know they don't know.
And now, I'm just tired
Of having to know.
My time can be spent perfecting
My patience.
Or dreaming that the people
In this world
Have begun to hear me
And knowing, themselves, that
The universe heard me first.
September 13, 2005
Suge
Dilapidated stares.
The feeling of their thoughts of
How pathetic and sad I appear.
At least I know
How to not care on my circumstances.
I know they don't know.
And now, I'm just tired
Of having to know.
My time can be spent perfecting
My patience.
Or dreaming that the people
In this world
Have begun to hear me
And knowing, themselves, that
The universe heard me first.
September 13, 2005
Suge
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Alone in a Chinese restaurant
Alone in a Chinese restaurant
