Monday, February 1, 2010


Days turn to nights 
Nights turn to lights
Fluorescent bulbs, blurr my eye sight 
High lights, glow on erect street signs 
High life, Marilyn Monroe excess
Not my life, mundane stresses

Escape via vice, murmurs in conversations
I received this advice, but we only live once, so
We must live right, or we must live life
Conflicting decisions
Abandon inhibitions
I'll walk under the Sirius
Surrounded by silent sirens
All between my temple
And if I'm writing from my soul
Then my words, a sacrifice
Privacy a forfeiture
Do I live half a life?

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