Running through the streets,
cuts plaguing me,
screeches eat my mind,
running, stumbling, falling,
confined...
this isn't right,
running away,
fight my fight,
have my say...
thats my dog,
I saw it first
back off Sally,
the man said its cursed...
We all have ties,
ties can be cut,
friends, family,
ears are shut...
Don't say maybe,
I'm partially savvy,
You don't want to,
I know,
stress less my friend,
pain knows no end...
January, 2004
Peet.