a song

somehow, somewhere out there, lies you and me
which is easier, building a fence or whacking a fence down?
which is simpler, constructing a highway, or just walk a road out from your feet?
which is better, to be rich in $ or rich in soul?
which is for a change, me or me?
parallel or crossed, beaten or won, around or seeken out, which stand are you taking?
or are you expecting something from someone?
or are you satifying your own desires?
to cry, to smile. it is a choice.
be glad you have a smile, be grateful you could cry

(a song i wrote, sometimes...everything doesnt matter, i believe if u
can hold on to something, u can let it go. doesnt it?)

pride.
foolish knave of a bruised ego
fighting on for some cause
so blind with fury
so wrought with agony
so lost

haven't you given enough?
your life, your soul, your happiness
love.
the pain consumes the tattered remenants of humanity.

slay the beast within.