Aug. 25th, 2009

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The words fly like fire
Burn through me, consume me
What's left now, here,
when late adolescence turns
too late acquiescence

I was a fortuneteller once
But it was fake, a gig for Sony
Had a crystal ball, but all it saw
was half off back catalog.

It gnaws at me now
That part that wants peace more than victory
Make it stop
Stay, enough, no mas.
Is this the turn in the road, then?
Shorter days, shorter seasons ahead
With so much undone, so much not even tried.
What's the consolation? Excuses? Good reasons why.
A list of the wrongs inflicted, the damage done
for the insurance adjuster who will never come.

Let it consume me then.
Let me burn bright, god, please, let me fuel something beautiful,
some kind of meaning in this darkness.
I want a path now, one step,
show me forward
I don't want to look behind anymore.

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