elyse (shearpop) wrote, @ 2005-07-15 22:28:00

With eyes blazing, legs firmly planted
And fists resting on hips
I wonder what it is you stand for
And I wonder if you remember
Where it all began
Doors slamming, voices raised
Storming feet down the street
I wonder what it is you fight for
And I wonder if you remember
Where it all began
Or was it that your parents lived
This life before you
And their parents maybe did the same?
Is this your choice or the path laid
Out before you
And like a lemming you walk in vain.
Little girls and little boys
With torn skirts and shirts and
Very skinned knees
What are you looking for?

But then, what can I say? What am I looking for?
Who am I? I am walking away from my first grown up
job, with no plans for what comes next. I am in a country
I expect to leave awhile ago, with no plans to go anywhere
(unless I’m running after you?). I am a contradiction
or a series of them. I am a mixture of what I want and what I
dread.
and tired, always tired. Counting the minutes, begging them
to pass but not knowing what happens once they have.

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