2001-10-21 | SMASH YOUR FIST ON THE DUMB JOCK

written this evening:

"CATCHING UP WITH....."

a kid called danger, sits on the corner

the street cries, and he doesn't even flinch

he dances with a stranger,

it doesn't phase him when the beat dies

'cuz to him life's a cinch

they don't know where he comes from, some say nowhere

they claim he just appeared out of the thin air

but when he leaves, they don't know where he's gone

"He was just here", they say

"then he disappeared"

we all get that chilling fear

his mother hurts

she doesn't get her boy

she understands what he does

she just doesn't know why

he has no friends

that's what he enjoys

he writes everything in blood

to him we've all died

he lives in the dark

happiness lies to him

he feels betrayed by true love

he lives where we've only visited

he waits for a spark

but it's the deadly kind

he's excited by a face in the mud

my past will always live in him

i whined about life for a long time, because I thought it was so bad

turned out it hadn't started, until after I lost my dad

I knew i had to find something, she was always on my trail

I had given up looking...... 'cos I was so afraid to fail

I had to outrun my complaining, and be happy for the good things

i didn't know so many were coming, and how much constant joy she would bring

had alot of lonely nights, where I was shattered, and depressed

I'm not really that religious, but I feel I've been so truly blessed

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