December 7th, 2003

Plain old Zod...

Nobody tells you what to do, baby...

Sometimes I wonder how many people actually understand the words coming out of my mouth. It feels like it's all gibberish more often than not. Sometimes I wonder just how much of what I say is even original.

I am unoriginal.
I am not unique.
I am unfriendly.
I am oblique.
Push me, pull me.
Bend me, break me.
I will go quietly into the night.
I will fade quickly from sight.
There is no line that I could write.
There is no line to make things right.
I'm not really here.
I'm a tiny white lie.
I'm a moment lost in time.
I'm a fool.
But not for you.
Tie another one to the racks.
Baby.
I'm not playing anymore.
I'm taking my ball and heading home.
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