The Wrong Century
A little voice inside this head
just says 'no'
so just get up and go
hoping the day
will become noticeably brighter
As you enter the room
this chest becomes tighter
a smothering personality
is killing me
Always he stands
behind his mysterious actions
not too gullible
to wait for a reaction
Finding his own way
in a straight laced world
that is becoming stranger
they smile in your face
to hide their real intentions
Convert and subvert
take away everything that you are
wrap their fingers around your neck
alone in the middle of nowhere
Oh I suppose I'm quite biased
so in thrall of my own breath
but I'm not quite ready for a death
that you dream of taking me to
Go out and take a hard look
gym bodies and all the ammenities
but I'm not living in the here and now
my head is stuck forever in the clouds
Someone once professed to me
that I was born into the wrong century
but the past is forgotten now
and all good and meaningful intentions
are spoiled and rotten somehow
mathiasthom
written 8/9/10
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