Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Polaris

I won't live forever.
Don't take photos of myself,
hoping that one day my sore eyes will see through a frame.

I'm not blowing smoke,
But I indulge in cigarettes.
To speed up the race in my mind,
to slow down what's left of my time.

There's no stopping this train, so raise your heads.

If I plunge into the depths of that cavern,
I'll make sure to bring a flashlight and a camera,
a pencil and some paper, a compass and a ruler.

So when you fall down too, you'll know what to do.
Polaris knows the moon, like I know you.

I won't live forever, the reverend begs to differ.
So certain there's a life when faith prevails.
I have faith in misdirection, in all that is uncertain.
Don't swear upon a place that's just a vision.

Yet, I am sure of this.
these words will get you pissed...

There's no stopping this train, don't clench your fist.

I'd rather die young and on my own terms.
Than in a bed, like a pet, without my words.
In a vase, unable to spread my roots into the earth.
Return me to dust, dear, for what it's worth

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