Diagnosing the Rebel

February 24, 2008
When living fast becomes a problem,
Breath of dawning late nights gone.
Softly shock my mid-day play things.
Fish for trouble in my lake of fuel.
Watch the fierce music bear witness.
When the sweet far thing rebels your witness,
My beautiful mind won’t see for real.
I can’t give a speech the way she can rhyme.
What else is out there becomes essential.
Realism stands against the lashes falling.
Closing your eyes wont help with living,
Bear witness to my happy medium.
Finally for privacy, a realist I will be.

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