Those old fogies really get to me
Preaching, posing, prancing,
the same old party line,
the same old promises
nothing changes but the names.
I want to be the leader
I want to set the rules
How silly is that?
I am not even in the game.
I am a Monday morning quarterback
I want to take my ball and leave the field.
That is more silly rubbish
I don't have a ball
I am not on the playing field
I am not even a spectator
I am Walter Mitty's feminine counterpart
Dreaming, by day
Dreaming, By night
Life is but a dream...lately a nightmare.
The end.
Friday, October 26, 2007
My Soul Is Restless
I am not so smart after all.
But I don't care.
I am not so young anymore
But I don't care.
I feel the same on the inside.
Who cares what I look on the outside?
I do!!
Vanity is not reserved for the young.
None of the capital sins are reserved for the young.
It just takes a little bit longer to remember them.
But I don't care.
I am not so young anymore
But I don't care.
I feel the same on the inside.
Who cares what I look on the outside?
I do!!
Vanity is not reserved for the young.
None of the capital sins are reserved for the young.
It just takes a little bit longer to remember them.
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