,

DECEMBER/2011

i'm tired of the care to know myself
i've investigated into smithereens
and what's it good for anyway
if at the end of the day,
you think more than you speak
you dwell more than you laugh
you doubt more than you run

i'd like for a change to lay down
this weight
what am i so scared of anyway?
that if i swim in the pool of my tears
i'll enjoy the company of fish
or more, that they'll enjoy mine

am i really so selfish?
to not see that we
all
enjoy a good swim