Untitled Pt. IIA Poem by an I adriftDon't say he's not People will believe you Don't say he's fine People will deceive you It's what they do Where they live Why I'm here
When will this aircraft lift? Is it out of gas? Or was it just a gift? Present the present And admire its presence Read what was read Until your eyes turn red See what you want to see Just don't tell me Speak a different language And distinguish the past from the future
Discover the outcome Destroy what's left of the truth It was a snake It was brief © 2009 an I adrift |
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