Saturday, June 4, 2011

The Shuffle


Oh what do we do, what do we dare?
The price has changed - it’s no longer fair.
A means to an end…so far in the distance, 
I’ve long since cared. Beware…
 …of the cold night air, a devil she is… even a nightmare….
One that strikes you senseless, grasping your chair.
All at once, it’s too much to bear.
A single moment passes, yet another to spare.
Unaware... I just awoke and was there....

If the righteous can still do wrong,
Where is the hope, and who does belong?
If you wished not to see, enjoyed to be blind,
The more you could be, the more you might find.
Surrounded by a room, one I am in,
If I want out, will you come in?
Will you come in?

I think we can trade, it’s more of the same,
Just fill me in... I’m done with the games,
…done with the games.  

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