April 27, 2011
Can I get a little taste of your lips so I feel alive?
Can you offer up the same uncertainty that I define?
Are you up for keeping in touch once a month or twice a year?
Can you handle regret and a lack of will to persevere?
This apathy will haunt me over and over and over…
So when will I wake up?
Please pinch me I don’t feel a thing.
I’ve got a hand of wish and one of chance,
Don’t bother, it’s enough to get me through it.
I close my eyes and roll a set of loaded dice, I’m sure.
As convincing as a shot in the dark could be
I’ll keep doing what I love with a stab at integrity.
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