there is nothing like waking up
with folgers in your cup
quill at beckon call
scales weighing perfectly light
as if my wings may take flight
restless another night
for now
keep this in mind
no other reason than looking cool
being stronger than we think
recognizing the demon
what do others see
and how do we measure
where do i sign up
is this the line?
i honestly thought this
was no longer pretend
protected from what haunts w/i
stuck in the slow lane
mind racing fast
i begin to relapse
panic settles in my skin
another night and thigns aint right
im losing again
it takes a fool to lose twice
and start all over again
i was the best that i could be
at the top of my league
cancel my subscription
and oh! did i mention
have i told you i love you lately
? ?
7/19/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem