Too Fast
It used to seem that my life ran on too fast
And I had to take it slowly just to make the good parts last
But when you're born to run it's so hard to just slow down
So don't be surprised to see me back in that fast part of town
I get up in the morning and I have got nothing to say
I come home in the evening I go to bed feeling the same way
I'm just tired and bored with myself
I could realy use just a little help
The message of death keeps getting clearer
My raido is on and I'm moving around the place
I check out my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face.

Written September 24, 1992
*Copyright Trixey 1985-1999
*All rights Reserved*
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