to do,
and suffer from the retributions like the fool
to stop,
like taking out batteries from the clock.....
to go,
i will not be able to write my tale of woe.
to stay,
i'll have to succumb til my hair turns grey.
i run,
from the crowd like a sore thumb.
i hide,
in wet,dark drains til i turn ghost white.....
i feel ,
like a rat in a cage
on a ferris wheel!!!!
