Spring and Summer
Tell me what you see in my life
when you look into my eyes
like the fisher of fear
are you satisfied?
Is it enough to talk about?
Tell me what you see in my life
where you fit
where you want to be
plush and dry
to the drivers
down they go
they go without
chasing who you are
where you are
the benefit of your life
are you still alive?
It's a fast decision
where do you belong in my life?
Is this where you have been?
You left by a blank and mild stroke
the end of spring and by summer.
Are you satisfied here?
11-24-2010
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