Dropping an oath at the ball
Well, I thought I knew you yesterday
but now it's just for free.
And I swear I threw a guess today
but 1+1 ain't three.
Can you help me find my way back again
I bare too many scars.
The map has lost the mark I sent
and I do not know how to read stars.
Sometimes life is what you want it to be
still, we search for something more.
Lovelines can never be what you seek
if all you are is a whore.
Tomorrow will just be another moment
cherish it my dear.
Cause I'm a boat without paddles
and you are duty-bound to steer.

1 Comments:
this is probably because i just read the dante club, by Mathew Pearl...but your poem is reminding me of the divine comedy...just I guess in the theme of someone being lost of the woods mid-life and not really sure which way to go. Just a thought...
10:51 AM, June 07, 2006
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