The Never Ending Median

What good is a ship afraid to sail from its own shore?

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

for a bunch of people right now.

MY LOYALTY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE UNDYING,
WHETHER TRIED OR TRUE
THE EXPECTATION THAT I AM THERE FOR YOU.
SO I WASN'T.
I LOOKED INTO THE LIGHTS AND TOOK MY OWN FLIGHT,
TO TRY OWNING MYSELF FOR A DAY.
MAYBE A GLASS OF CRYS OR A BOTTLE OF THIRTY THREE,
MADE ME REALIZE I AM ONLY LOYAL TO ME.
AND NOW THE CHEESE STANDS ALONE.
BUT THIS WAS ALWAYS ME.
I CAN'T GIVE TIL MY FACE TURNS BLUE WAITIN FOR SOME SUBTLE APPROVAL FROM YOU.
IT WAS HUMAN, WHAT US HUMANS DO.
SORRY IF I AM HUMAN TOO.
THIS IS ME, AND YOU ALWAYS KNEW.

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