Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Toes and fists

And I could be found literally asking for trouble
Dying to lessen the noise in my head
Unable to bear the silence of tidal waves
From across several Oceans

I could be found trying to turn your toes into fists
Wiping the sweat off your mind
Trying to hold my pencil straight
Tying up my hair and never letting it down

I could misunderstand myself and confuse everyone else
I could run and I could slip and I could fall

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