Advocate
I like to have a rant in my head,
About something someone said.
And it depends upon my mood that day,
As to which side I’ll sway.
But sometimes it doesn’t have to be,
Something someone said to me.
It may be just love or lust,
Or debating who it is i trust.
Or do i feel old, well no I’m fine,
But i don’t feel young most the time.
Am i broody? Am i content?
Are my sins beyond repent?
I want to go to New York City,
And it’s not just because it’s pretty.
Because it’s a place that represents,
Something that doesn’t sit on the fence.
I’d like to teach the world stuff,
But don’t really work hard enough.
I want peace for all mankind,
But ironically get angry at the religious and blind.
I want to buy new, but can only afford used,
I want the best everything,
But always feel confused.
I wish i was in love, i love being in love.
But once I’m there it’s not enough.
