Saturday, August 06, 2005
the cup is not half empty as pessimists say
as far as he sees nothing's left in the cup
a whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge
since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up
a singer...a writer
he's not dreaming now of going nowhere
he gave heed to nothing
and all that he was...is just a tragedy
he voyages in circles succeeds getting nowhere
and submits to the substance that first got him there
then...
in violent frustration
he cries out to God or just noone
is there a point to this madness
and all that he was...is just a tragedy
he feels alone
his heart in his hand he's alone
he feels alone...i feel
then on the last day he breaks
and he stood tall as he yelled...
and he takes his life
as far as he sees nothing's left in the cup
a whole cup full of nothing for him to indulge
since the voice of ambition has long since been shut up
a singer...a writer
he's not dreaming now of going nowhere
he gave heed to nothing
and all that he was...is just a tragedy
he voyages in circles succeeds getting nowhere
and submits to the substance that first got him there
then...
in violent frustration
he cries out to God or just noone
is there a point to this madness
and all that he was...is just a tragedy
he feels alone
his heart in his hand he's alone
he feels alone...i feel
then on the last day he breaks
and he stood tall as he yelled...
and he takes his life
8:43 AM