Thursday, December 18, 2008

Used to be the one settled for the last.
Ran the race that took the human.
Promised so hard to be soft.
Pleased the masses and quit the church.
Gave the torch to the stronger arm.
Cared not for harm or way.
I lived in the cracks people blamed.
Sorted out the quick and painless.
Gave money for lights that twinkle.
Pushed Jack closer to that mountain.
Drank from the well coins tried to reach.
I did everything right to see you go wrong.


Helpless I do not know if good intentions prevail among the elected, among the appointed, leaving me apprehensive that the fate ...