what is it and what does it imply?
i stand tired of the fight everyday
i question its symbolism everyday i bare a fit of anger
a catastophic stranger without a wisdom
and i look at you angry
over pitiful flaws in the day
and the outlook of face makes no sense
and i question my control of being
you know what you ration out and doubts fall like rain
the past coming to bite you in another form
with a new person you hoist on your shoulders
you know you find the same covering
and that is what you fear
so there is no control
but why must their be a conflict
when so much simplicity is the situation
dont make her sad and go tremble
you are the wise and this is your masterpiece
so throw in the towel and call in the score
and shed a happy day instead of another wrestle
wrapped in one's fine hour
Mike McVeigh
5-4-02