Dust
Don't like me on paper
written out, word for word
drowning in bureaucracy
hanging on red tape
What is wrong with the world today
politics and theatrics
never saying what is going on
words can never be some hallowed ground
Trying to improve this situation
while they push me headfirst into shit
I didn't create any of this
so take back all of it
Through the stress and panic attacks
I'm out the door running
not cowering on my back,
contemplating slumming
Dug my own hole
climbing out again
so guess plans were waylaid
there is determination on this face
We all change
so no sense in going back
to a time and place
that is nothing but dust
mathiasthom
written 9/17/11
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