Monday, October 02, 2006

To Be At Fault: Of Nothing

I found my way back to the startling conclusion
Not fighting for peace but fighting to fight
Not fleeing from fear but because I could
Indefinitely settling on a scattered plot
This will all wash away the wise man said
Even he was but a fool in his misery and stance
Arranged so neatly but soon to disarray
Are you under the command or merely prone to submission
Of a lover's heat or pittiful disposition
Undermined of control but never worthy of such belief
You are but a heap of faulty and a fault of heap

posted by Unknown @ 12:18 AM

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