I [like to] think its true to all, to say we have a face. a separate us, a facade, a fake. But sometimes all we have is that. To say there's two is not quite right, but one is not it either. I have a face, the perfect me. and then there is the other, the me that's all wrong, the me that wants another. Another life, another love, another me. but all i ever get to do is get to be trapped by me. so what is left in the end when you go no where? I'll take a stand and take a chance and see where life is headed. is it wrong, or wrongly right, i just can wait and see. cuz the right path is wrong and the wrong turns only left, which leaves you to through the trees. The trees are tough, and tall, and dark, and lead to only pain. but pain is nice, a pleasurable felling, and still is full of sorrow. to our face, we take the right, or take the circling wrong. when all we want, inside our heads, is to climb up a tree and stare at the sky above. but our face lies to the world and chooses for us unless we change the stakes. and my stakes have flipped, and left me down to climb back up again. so just for now instead of climbing, i'll break down all the trees. and i'll pin them together, and make me a home, to last me through the rain. til once again, this face i have, can stand to face the pain.
Your-Angel-Eien · Tue Dec 02, 2008 @ 03:09am · 0 Comments |