Treasure Island

Alessandra Liverani

(Wollongong, Australia)

What Is It?


What is it in your mind
That drives you on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on

A path so deeply etched
Is it permanent in your mind?
Or is there anything out there at all
That will make your brain rewind

To the state it was many years ago
When fags were just little white sticks
They didn't thrill you, didn't kill you
Didn't even cause a blip

Your face would remain a total blank
If they were waved infront of you
They had no meaning, you had no leaning
Towards their imaginary charms of honey dew

But now their importance dominates your world
These fags have taken control of your life
And I don't think their intentions are honourable
I don't think they want you to survive

(Sydney, Australia - 2003)

Submitted: Sunday, August 21, 2005
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