Monday, August 07, 2006

Pig Pens


It's hard to not remain
exactly where I am
since I've been here oh so long.

And even when I've been
caught & all exposed,
I'm happy to stay within my wrong.

Because it's safe here.
Because it's all my own.
And I know what all is going on.
Or so I think...

And I have forgotten
just how much I stink,
since I've kept this hole as my home.

So when I hear
of how bad the stench is,
I ignore it & roll around some more.

Because it's safe here.
Because it's all my own.
And I know what all is going on.
Or so I think...

But when I'm called out
and told so openly
that I'm wallowing in my own shit,

For the very first time,
I come to realize
that I'm stuck in what I can't quit.

Because it's safe here.
Because it's all my own.
And I know what all is going on.
Or so I think...

Why can't I get up?
Why can't I rise?
And why do I fall down even when I try?

How can I break out
of these four walls
when my desire seems so small?

Because it's safe here.
Because it's all my own.
And I know what all is going on.
Or so I think...


APN
Copyright 08/06/2006

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