Wednesday, September 13, 2006

747

It shakes, rattles, and roars

Yet we sit eternally still

They feed us proscription lies

But I refuse to take the pill

The vacuums of these fools' minds

Release a sublimating chill

They think that none of us can see

Over the windowsill

They say we'll never understand

But I know I always will

Searching, looking, trying to find

The light beyond the hill