Which Temptation Did He Choose
Messages from my brain
Fill the pages of my thought stream
And if again I guess myself
A renaissance, I'm over doubt
What's better than loving life
Can't bring me down without a knife
Come to steal my happiness
Take a slice I guess
You obviously need it
More than I do
My flying form
Is rare these days
Too much of it
I'm in the grave
My dying art
Is it appreciated?
Does it matter
It's my creation
You don't think I'm rational
Your just not being practical
Enough to realize the realist I am
For I can be you
Without you ever knowing
What does that mean
Who is he really
Another imperfection?
His minds broken and silly
Lie to yourself its better that way
For I know the truth
I'm in my hay day
Which temptation
Did he choose
He surely sold his soul
To the dark blues
He's surely sinful
Or so they say
Did he go out in a flash
Or fade away?
Will his ghost
Dangle chains
He's just plain rotten
Or so they say
Only I'll know
What god I've chosen
I've had my moment
Maybe I'm unowned
You just owe
Your life to faith
Are you still alive
If they take it away?
Who's to say
What's right and wrong
It was just your perception
All along
You see the world
Upside down
And have worn that frown
Now far too long
Just for your curiousity
Which choice did I make
My fate?
All of them together
Because they make up me
For better or for worse
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
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