Still we breathe Whatever they say. Whatever she thinks. Were still here you know. Not going anywhere. Are we? Brothers and Sisters in madness Together: birds of a feather. Broken Raggy Dolls in the reject bin. Who are they to tell us that are attitudes stink? Always on the precipice between elation and despair. You do not hover on the tightrope, alone and scared. Weve been there and well be with you. With a witty quip, a boot up the arse. A hand up when you slip, Over and over again. When you fall down and bash your head. Perhaps this time, some sense has been knocked in, To me, It all feels so similar. A repeating patterns of being A Rebel rebelling. Destroy your reputation. Do it yourself, a bodge job mess. Before the others have the chance to to give you. A verbal slap or a sweet caress? All because they care. It comes from a good place. Whatever is lost, may be reborn. Paradise alludes the dissatisfied. Forever plodding on. Without the opportunities. Relationships foregone. Never forgotten. Try to forgive. Pagliacci still has some tricks up his sleeve. Whatever he thinks, whatever they feel. Still, we stand and live and breathe.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 13:45:19 +0000
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