(written on 10.4.03)
from crimes and wronged deeds
you claim to have not commited
It was I, the one, blaming you
it was all this time for you
it was that you, thee who didn't fullfill thy needs
it was I you wanted to push your anger on
This was me only knowing form the start
that in due time frustrations are many
and would soon determine an end
So now they part
seperating further away
both on their knees
wishing for different beginnings
Now one is sitting back waiting for
the other's time waist
This other one watching the children
lead the life of distraction and delay
as this father's done before
Both as they struggle moving on
one dragging the other along behind
slowing ripping each other apart
while continuing this controlled ride
neither of them winning the game
Many say another chance will take flight
But, perhaps, their arguing
and fight-filled past
can argue with that.