Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Lightning

Take me with you,
as you call me so clearly,
everyone is laughing,
but Im feeling so sleazy.
there is nothing to wonder,
when you are fully awake,
is there anything to be,
if I sit here, scared.
And if you shall holler,
and call him, your own,
you'll always be searching,
dunk the ball in the hole,
so sit and pretend,
it all makes sense,
when the whispers they tell you,
to celebrate the new day.