Sunday, November 05, 2006

Father, I killed my monkey
I let it out to
Taste the sweet of spring


And the voice says - you're gonna hurt yourself yet again, and I know she's right and I'm terrified that it'll happen but I can't help it.

Wonder if I will wander out
Test my tether
To see if I'm still free from you


I have to give it a try, just in case, because once in a while she is wrong and it's another victory for me - because I'm still whole and because I beat her.

Steady as it comes
Right down to you
I've said it all
So maybe we're
A bliss of another kind

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