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David E.J. Perez

Well On the Road to Apathy

Might as well stare at my hand
And laugh to myself
As heaven dawns upon this curse
With a vengeance that verges on extremes
Teasing the beliefs
That I buried months ago.

Let me shake these fists at heaven
Do my raindance in the sun
May the planes come crashing down
Into my open arms
Sparking up a blazing trail
Lead my crazy-horse astray.

If you seek to understand
That which always never is
I hope you choke on the reality
Of I do believe I don't
Tight-white T-shirt girls trip
And sprain their ankles on the curb.

Follow them or follow me
I won't lie because I'm free
But don't expect me to succeed
For I am neither bitch nor bloke
And yet I'm muzzled on the docks
Waiting for the blackened ship
To finish me my absence.