Saturday, September 23, 2006
my lungs are filled
with bitter gas that choke
cigarettes lit up
burnt through my skin
skin tainted with arts
made from ink of blood unvirtue
chosen because they showed no mercy
rebel with no cause
bad with no conscience
im left here unwanted
i chose to be different
from these hordes
its my way of living
my bread and butter
people always say i wont lose in the game
people follow rules, they obey the law
but the game; there is no rule
no law to say who win or lose
in the race to finish first
i always ran out of gas
but i dont seek sympathy
nor empathy from the stand
im just merely trying
to seek answers to questions
why do we race, why do i lose
when i train as hard, if not harder
when i can go fast, if not faster
they say my legs will take me far and fast
but all that effort, all that spirit
isi t enough to go against the wind
smoke on the water.
6:17 PM
