| HEY, THIS AIN'T NO PLACE TO BE!!! IT'S SMALL; THERE JUST AIN'T ROOM FOR ME. I'D WALK AWAY NOW, IF I KNEW WHERE TO GO BUT I WALK TOO FAST AND I RUN TOO SLOW YA KNOW........ THE STARS GOT CANCELLED OUT TONITE.. MY HEAD'S TOO FULL TO BE JUST RIGHT..... GOT A POCKET FULL OF MONEY AND MY HEAD'S FULL OF DREAMS....... BUT NEITHER ONE CAN TAKE ME WHERE I WANT TO GO, IT SEEMS. MY MOMMY SAYS SHE LOVES ME; MY DADDY'S LONG SINCE GONE........ I ALWAYS THOUGHT, WITH STARS ABOVE ME, NOTHING COULD GO WRONG WITH MY SONG. BUT DREAMS, THEY'RE SO USELESS; AND TIME, IT'S SO VAGUE... JUST POT IN A BAGGIE AND A SHOT IN THE LEG.... EACH SLOT HAS A PEG. THE STRONG GIVE UP AND LEAVE AND THE WEAK GIVE UP AND STAY; BUT WHERE, I WONDER, DOES LOVE GO WHEN IT IS SENT AWAY........ DOES IT GO BACK FROM WHENCE IT CAME, OR DOES IT TURN TO HATE AND STILL LOOK THE SAME I'M OUTSIDE THE DOOR, AND I CAN'T GET IN: MY KNOCK GOES UNANSWERED MY PATIENCE WEARS THIN. I CAN'T LEARN TO FEEL IF I CAN'T STAND THE TOUCH; AND I CAN'T KNOW OF LIFE IF I NEVER LOVED, MUCH. written March 8th, 1976 (18th Birthday) © JOY L. RICHARDSON, 2003 Sun in Pisces, Moon in Libra, Cancer Rising Little Boy's Blues and Winter, Oblivion Style back to archives....................next selection |
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