"Imploding"

02/16/08

Death, birth
Dying alive and seeing that answer
When you were a kid getting stung by yellow jackets; turmoil
Now it makes sense,
But then it was just a confusing circumstance
Complicated with pin-pricks

Everytime, all-ways
Routine patterns contradict irony for face
And mirrors lie dormant, and with will;
That thought hurts the most;
For eyes that can see most of all..
Choose not.

-huey