The Conversation
The Conversation
Woken up tragically to the strings tied to me
there just is what is
my teeth chattered
it was as if i had seen a ghost
she read my colors and said my aura was science
you just go with it
and use your intuition
but you gave information
it was a fleeting moment
move on
you're too sensitive
you're a rebel not a conformist
what are you doing here you're too materialistic?
you're on a spiritual path.
You have to go to believe me
money will be coming your way
that bed is my dead sisters.
Children can see it because they are more pure
more than adults, is this your first case of Christmas envy?
Just like 1918, the end of world war one
Germany walked away happy they had won
Just like 1914 the beginning of the first world war,
this had never happened before.
Just how world war ended in 1945
and Mussolini betrayed his country by his side
just like how it started again in 1939
this had only happened once before,
and the generation of 1914 will not pass before Armageddon.
All people do here is work
and live beyond their means
i guess its all perspective
she said the rudest thing to me today,
and it just makes me sick,
its only because her mom doesn't come stop and see her when shes in the city,
i guess she's a hot topic, she says the stupidest things
We know how hard it is for you down there
shes in a bad mood and wants to fight
you have to think before you speak
but on the same token
she says these things because she wants the reaction
so you'll push against it
I think those lamps would look better on the mantel.
Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2006
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