SillyGreenMeep
05-23-2007, 11:35 AM
nobody really understands how I feel to be.
I have lost all ambition. I only see the pointlessness,
yet I struggle with my conscience,
over how to spend my time,
to give my life for the reprieve of so many lives:
Is it wise to fight the nature of the beast?
or should I lay low roll with the flow
and watch all the clowns on the street
trying to prove something to themselves,
hell is where I feel I'll see them next time around
when again I'm writing something like this.
Women shall feel sorrow 10 times more deeply.
What have I done previously to come back in a world
where speaking is a struggle for the kind of gal I am,
where I'm silenced by circumstance, not chance,
I'm bound in chains made of my own body,
but was the judgment just, I never chose to be born into breasts
I don't envy the power men store in their pants,
and I don't hold it against them no, I just don't trust ïem.
It's about freedom. It's about me. How can I change the world
when I myself am locked away.
I have lost all ambition. I only see the pointlessness,
yet I struggle with my conscience,
over how to spend my time,
to give my life for the reprieve of so many lives:
Is it wise to fight the nature of the beast?
or should I lay low roll with the flow
and watch all the clowns on the street
trying to prove something to themselves,
hell is where I feel I'll see them next time around
when again I'm writing something like this.
Women shall feel sorrow 10 times more deeply.
What have I done previously to come back in a world
where speaking is a struggle for the kind of gal I am,
where I'm silenced by circumstance, not chance,
I'm bound in chains made of my own body,
but was the judgment just, I never chose to be born into breasts
I don't envy the power men store in their pants,
and I don't hold it against them no, I just don't trust ïem.
It's about freedom. It's about me. How can I change the world
when I myself am locked away.