Hole To Whole
There are times that happiness runs short
There are moments that just so hurt.
I play scenarios through my mind,
Trying to find something wrong
So I can run and hide.
I don't know why I try
It just makes me break down
And begin to cry.
I go and tell my long story
I get a phone call to my mom only.
She says there's nothing wrong
With my life
There's nothing but faith
With my wife
So get off my knees
And say sorry
There's no way out
Of this infest hole
So the best thing to do
Is to make it a whole.
Stop doubting and crying
Would you like some cheese
With that wine?
This is what you've wanted
Since you were five.
Now you'll through it all away
Only to grow up the way I did.
You're getting a life
On a silver plate
Don’t be stupid
And put it to waste.
You can come home
And work 8 days a week
Go to your wife,
Drained and weak.
If this is what you want
Guess what?
There's no way out
Of this infest hole
So the best thing to do
Is to make it a whole.
I know it's hard to do this
But I will be the best
Because I can.
I will be Superman
And I will leap this
In a single bound.
Copyright © Jonathan Thornton | Year Posted 2011
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