The Perfect Fit
All our lives were spent together
now we are strangers
so easy to coerce
racing to the finish first
except this body isn't competing
so you better start believing
when these words
shatter the worlds constructed
that are restricted
so restless,gray and conflicted
No one is coming to the rescue
and this ascetic wit
loses its humor in print
the perfect fit never seems to happen
inside I'm laughing
at the senseless mess I've become
drowning in a word flow
that never seems to let up and go
truly I'm the second son
left handed and branded
some chaotic loose cannon
Now family never sees eye to eye
they might find some common ground
if only they would give it a try
strange behavior definitely seems to be the norm
whispering behind this back since the day I was born
not too uptight and Republican
didn't even vote in the last election
Did you ever get the feeling
this life is set on cruise control
everything perceived new is really old
on a one way course
screaming until this voice is hoarse
this soil just descends from these hands
to a hole that beckons
to some fiery mess below
mathiasthom
written 9/3/10
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