2:02 p.m. - Monday, Apr. 04, 2011
At Peace
Can't say I quite understand
What it is about the way
You turn the tables back to yourself
I have never seen someone take
Never giving back the resources
You drink so foolishly
So imposing and yet so blind
Perhaps it isn't the best time
To think only of yourself
I scramble to pull together
All the seams that are bursting
When I try to pretend it doesn't bother me
Wishing I could separate the good from the bad
In one swift motion
And forever be at peace with the complication of it all
