Saturday, June 18, 2011
we're all vultures, great skulking hulking vultures
with our clinting eyes that light up at the very silvers of other's misfortunes
picking them up as a magpie pounces on tinfoil,
waiting for them to tumble and fall
maybe if we all tried, to be genuine.
instead of wearing our smiles in our hearts,
malicious sneers we keep to ourselves.
to truly set ourselves free.
from all this.
maybe things would be better.
to cease to care. about all these things that bog us down.
to be free, to only bother about the things that matter.
to run away, and be free.
but then we'd starve, and dance in alleyways,
we'd jitterbug at empty bus stands,
and shimmy around round the street lamps on deserted streets
let's hold on a little longer,
let's give everything our all, for a day
in blind belief.
miracles might just be round the corner.
and i won't stop hoping. not just yet.