could i rewrite the book
erase all imperfections so others wouldnt look
could i take out the pages
of all life's stages
that will haunt me for ageskeeping me locked in cages
constantly bidding my next wages
this plague is.....switching gages
If life were a radio
could i change the tune
of me falling to my doom
to a sun that will shine soon..
from puddles and forever lasting rain
even when it dries away, it will stain
If life were a pen
could i till the end
or rearrange chapters to where our hearts blend.
at first sight....when we becme friends
through rich and poor when your hand i needed to lend
through sickness and health, i will be your angel to sendIf life were a manipulation
would i be granted failing for participation
seeing that i am the one using my communication
in ways not considered to be a violation
but planted so years to come everyone could show their appreciation
or am i waste? knowing teenage yound minds for deams are on a deteriaton
is there no longer a need for a continuation
to fill these lines with my imagination?
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