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Old Jesus! Even though I have my faults
It wouldn't kill you to just stop exploiting them
As if they're all I've got.
It wouldn't drill you to just let me be
The firefly that finds his way to Heaven through a guiding glow
Without putting me out.
So let me see...
If I ran a thousand light-years
Would it set me free?
And if I shed every anomaly
Would I see differently?
And when my mirror image stares at me
Would it dissolve at what it saw?
Would it even be ME?
Circle jerks of thoughts
That lead me to the stanzas that I always jot.
Oh... when I come around
I switch the 'this' to 'that'
And do regurgitate.
What beauty would you have me find
In all the things I make?
Or would you spite me?
Pass me off as some pathetic dying breeze
That only wishes to be heard
And rustle once again your autumn leaves
Before I merge
Into a speedless air across the sea...
Falling... Falling wind
That howls his mortal sins
At moonless canyons.
Piercing echoes
Bouncing off eroded rock
And heard by only clouds,
Fading by the tock...
How it once blew fierce with hurricane dreams:
Toppling mightiest jungles
With its monsoon scream
And spreading desert grains across the earth at will.
But how your concrete hair stood still.
Unshaken...
