Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Grew a Garden for the View

Oh maybe air tastes free when my lungs can still accept it,

but now I’m bleeding underneath and the tissue rips like fabric.

Never had it, but I want it; took the time to let it slide.

If I told you that I miss it then of course it'd be a lie.

Speaker says, “Sleeper, see? Your body grows weaker

the longer you lay lying to yourself and to others.”

But I feel safe under these covers,

where I'm not bothered unless its urgent.

I'll grow a conscience when it's worth it.

‘Cuz hair and nails will grow long after we’re dead,

and as long as we’re alive we might as well celebrate it.

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