Favor

Years and years of second-guessing Countless nights of reminiscing Why won't you leave me satisfied With a bit of here-and-now Oh dear mother-god why won't you Let me count my blessings Every day you're taking fruit from me Without a word of gratitude Oh why won't you let me Catch your guilty-pleasure's heart And taste the spoils of my work Oh why don't you let me Sustain all this toil With a reminder of my passions Mother-god-lover-future-and-forever Why don't you kiss this tender body To bring me temperance In the face of leering specter To give me fortitude I would repay you ten-fold But I have only one soul Oh blessed future-lover Give me more than just a whisper Give me more than a shade of gray Just stave off death for one more hour Just give me everything Or just go away Give me what I want or Step back and fade away I want to make the rules I'm sick and tired of this stage You've placed me on In your twisted little game Oh dear mother-god I would love you greater If only you could step down from your altar And show mankind what you've done Quit blaming us for all our problems We would do the same for you Were we not so feeble We would stop asking stupid favors Were we not so blind Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 06:35 AM PST   20 • 0 • 9