Hey Lady Lu...
Again another day when I wanted to write about one thing and it took a turn for the worst; I suppose I can’t hide from myself which is ironically what I wanted to talk about. However today the lesson is on where we aren’t going which apparently looks like the future which in about thirty-one days means I’ll be twenty-seven.Doesn’t that just disgust you Luna; I can’t hide from the truth and that simple truth is I really need to be dead before I turn… either twenty-seven or into what passes for a decent human being. Now to contradict myself I said no one goes there, as the lesson but I met this chick named Lola a few weeks ago… yeah she goes there. If we were all headed for… yeah I have no idea but if everyone would “Follow Me” well I doubt everything would be alright but it would be better; instead “Somebody’s Watching Me”
How many times have I prophesied my doom; yeah I’m still here but that bad luck can only last so long. Don’t give me those words of Hamlet, all I want is a very easy death, but it seems I’m a coward when it comes to the whole death thing but I’m growing bolder. Like the poem I wrote today I might as well start taking some steps in the right direction, like falling into an open grave.
What have I learned today… that what I’m doing is wrong and I can’t hide from that fact anymore but that very soon I will have to go there for real just “Like A Prayer” As for a final thought like one of my favorite books “Sabriel” “Does the Walker choose the Path, or the Path the Walker?”
LATE
~No One Goes There~
Where you gonna Turn
Which direction
Haven’t you learned?
Nothing but correction
Going round in circles
Left or right
By those that claim purple
Blinded by the light
Where you gonna Seek
Already there
What they say about the meek
Why should you care?
About a cure
The answer
It’s like cancer
Truth kills faster
Where you gonna Go
It’s a small world
Don’t you know?
So what if home were
Real
Monsters don’t confess
You know the deal
A life repossessed
Where you gonna Run
Can you even see?
In the setting sun
All you have is feet
And then you fall
Flat on your face
Do you bawl?
When the monsters taste
Where you gonna Hide
Nowhere
Because you’ll believe the lie
Are you scared?
You should be
Already lost
Not like me
Your soul the cost
Where you gonna go
Run or hide
No one knows
Or finds
No One Goes There
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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