Friday, September 15, 2006


The world may thrust me away
or try, as it may
to smother me
with it's evil vile ways

I will resist
even if resistance is
well, you know
useless, futile, a waste

I spit in the face of denial
and fight the sweeping hands of time
and never will succomb to the heavenly embrace
of giving in, and giving up, and selling out

I shall fight the good fight
and never waver when the chips are down
penniless and broken
I shall rise higher than the phoenix

and soar with greater ease than angels
because I know the secret
I know how to move past it all
I know the answer

It is
(Do you know?)


C said...

Yes. The answer is always right in front of you - you just have to put on the right glasses to see it.

Oliviah said...

I don't.