| The Heart Will Die As Well |
I prefer my bullshit presented
In a neat pile between outright lies
And minor discrepancies-
Just as I would rather find my
Mashed potatoes mixing
With my carrots and my peas.
And I prefer to weigh the evils
Of my actions with the good-
It seems the very nature of
The human beast-
Though as yet, I am only one
Among a million, and my actions
Have not changed this
In the least.
If I could pack my memories,
A change of clothes, and my guitar-
and travel to some undiscovered place,
I’d run so fast… so far.
Though I’d probably find,
When I arrived, that the rules
Of human nature hardly change-
No matter where you are…
So I will stay, and watch these scales
For signs of use
By some other than me-
And weigh my heart against
The world, forever, if need be-
And though I know that I can
Hold them balanced on my own-
I know that on the day I tip the scales,
I will be free. |