Too Many Eyeballs Staring At Me
I beat back the shadows
all day long
for I know now
the right from wrong
a master student
rightfully so
this light disciple
expects to know
the way of a broken soldier
when the load is too much to shoulder
the back gives in from
all the weight
am I'm left sitting in
that familiar dark place
I greet the doorman
who lets me in
shake his hand
with a familiar grin
I know his presence
will bring much laughter
after all the darkness
knows whats the matter
a well known tango
to a fiery soul
I've been this way enough
to let it go
I step over my body
when it's had enough
sometimes I feel doomed
but it's just bad luck
I'm bad as ****
I know how to be
skating on a line
I drew up for me
can't relive yesterday's dreams
nothing I tell you
just what it seems
Too many people
too many freaks
too many eyeballs
staring at me
staying under a halo
I keep it simple
its as though I've solved
one more evasive riddle
Copyright ©
Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
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