| I can not create at the rate which equates my fate. I can not sleep until I reap the deep for keeps. I can not smile in this pile of bile all the while. I can not count and then recount my amount of doubt. I can not read while I bleed for this need of speed. I can not see who is free to forever be my she. I can not reach out for each who teach, but I can leech. I can not care while I stare into the air out there. I can not believe what I perceive, so on the eve I leave. I can tell you it's all wrong, and it won't be long, until I'm gone. I can stop this rhyme, at any practical time, to confess my anonymous love for you, but you know that is a crime. I can get so bored that I stare into the sky, and ask "Why?", But Why? |