one way to see it all
By Walter Burns
If I write what I feel then why does it happen that this isn’t written On a cocktail napkin Maybe a bathroom stall I could draw on the wall Right now I’m in the bathroom And I can’t think at all Not now, now I’m caged in And running on the wheel So if all I know are tired words Then why can’t I feel I do like the ocean But I know I’m land locked Would like to Feel the charge But I might get shocked Can’t find a steady ground One way to see it all I think I belong back Writing rhymes on the wall They censor me with paint That covers up my words So all’s fair in evenness I’ll just drop a few turds Written March 28th, 2002 © on Mar 28 2002 03:28 AM PST 0 • 10
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"If I write what I feel..."