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by mitch May 21, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Am I to blind to see it? Am I to deaf to acknowledge it? Am I to dim to realize it? How long I have followed this path Churning out the expectations of others Never ceasing to try Never ceasing to slide by. Am I to be like the candle? Burning as hard as I might Providing a new clarification with my light Only to gout out, leaving them without sight. Where could this lead? Stuck with the running fire That leaves only a burnt out shell To move along and conform. I answer this simply, no To conform and give in Be average and without sin Is to me, the lowest of the low.