Wednesday
Nov042009
Imminent Sleep
Where has the design of my life gone?
I don't know
Or else why would I ask
Can I sell the root of my soul for a song?
Sing it beautiful enough and maybe it's worth it
Then why not sell it anyway
I want to build a house
I've got the brick and mortar
I've got the desire
And I can even spy the design
Ah, but the capital eludes me
Maybe I should be a vice-president of something
Of the internet or cellular technology
Of life and happiness
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