"who are you?" - Lawrence of Arabia
If good people ever did exist, I wouldn’t be stuck with this fist.
I wouldn’t be all caught up, tied in a twist. Worry aboudt how to fit.
whispers would be subtle as meanings become a kiss.
gestures wouldn’t be measures of what we miss.
I like knowing what I know but I’m never wiser unless this, is, this.
The divide gets wilder and madder. I’m nobody better as all you do is get pissed. We won’t last that long against the never. I think of Jesus and the round table. I was good till everyone acted like they were the only ones that were clever.
