its time for another of my rants
A thirst for knowledge
a desire to be reborn
into a world not ripped and torn
one in which our priests arent scorned
maybe they wont be head hungry horns ;)
now and then i attain my goal
and knowledge comes tightly rolled
'knowing for sale' the train is coming
'Sold!' i call, and hit the ground running
it delivers me with a breath full of cunning
the sun is sunning, the bud is budding
now i know, ive reaped what i sowed
friends doing too much blow!~
what the hell do i know
well for one, i dont like roe
and hate stubbing my toe
but ive learned how to sew
and band aids are good for bo-bos
and sometimes, late at night
i get up in the dark to write
last night i got fed up
and said from my bed
i need to be dead and reborn
hurled into a world where all knowledge is new
where i know nothing, or am i bluffing.
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Än Eye For An Eye, And Soon The Whole World Is Blind