March 20th, 2007

qotsa

free period

I just want to write and fight
And find my mind
Beyond the time
We have here
To fear
What is left?
Among the bereft
And I can fly
So high the sky
Will fall but
I still call and
She will try to
Find out why
And pout and die
And echo as to why
And go home.

I carry the tome
And I cannot
Draw from below
Above me
The soul to go
Next to me
Who knows?
I cannot decipher
What it is
I’m a lifer
I’m here
I’m here
All the time
My life
Forever
Forever.