Saturday, March 5, 2016

Swinging

Come on out kicking and swinging,
I can take you with a hand behind my back. 
You don't get to feel sorry for me,
I leave no debts
I'm in the black. 
I feel your scorn and your horns
I am not the pacing beast. 
Take a look at who's breathing hard 
because it's not me in the very least. 
The market's full of damaged goods. 
You can't capture lovers with a ring,
our hearts only feel what is real,
cage this bird and watch her sing.
So if you're not going to help me
just get the hell out of my way. 
I'm going to compose great things,
and rise above this dramatic decay. 


No comments:

Post a Comment