A Reflection

March 12, 2012
From the first day,
to the last page,
some will say,
"It comes with age"
but i know better
that what slowly rolls closer
envelopes like a sweater
is actually rolling away

So tell me why you,
who did nothing wrong,
felt like you had to
put it into song.
Don't start sighing,
don't go down without fighting,
don't let the noose tighten
when I'm not there

Tonight its done,
I've dug my grave.
Ascend to the sun,
??or crushed under a wave.
But if its fiction,
or superstition,
or I'm not on the petition
its okay, I prefer the dark anyway.

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