So Slighted
Don't Look at me as though it means nothing to you
As though you know it means nothing to me
Our breif encounters becoming more fleeting than the winters' snow
Even in your hearts deepest recesses you feel it
An energy, a chemical reaction, some primitive animal instinct
It's there; you just seek to supress, setting barriers
Mornings words run through you with no effect
What will bring a change?
My conitnual intravertedness isn't what you want
How can I break the shackles of fear?
Still you turn from me with malice in your heart
Ambition declines as the mind races
There is nothing for me to do but hope
© Copyright Peter Lugo 2002
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