: : : LET IT RIDE : : :

Not all of life’s little games are for children
The ones of the mental variety sting and
Leave scars that run deeper than Dante’s Inferno
And burn like the embers that swirl down below

So, alone, I just sit here depressed and lethargic
‘Cause it feels like I’ve been adorned with a target
That renders me obsolete with nowhere to go and
I’m sure you knew that but, still, even so. . .

Whether you hate me ~ not hate me but love me ~
There’s no way I’ll know until (or if) you tell me
The willows are weeping and it might be cheaper
To just cut my losses and call it a day

But I can’t ‘cause I don’t want this feeling to end
Though, at times, it feels like I’d be better off dead
Yet I still keep on going, through life and for broke,
’Cause sometimes you just have to learn lessons the hardest of ways.

Pray for better days;

The end may justify the means,
But not if that means losing who or what you are.

©2006 The Pusher // Hellusination Media. All rights reserved.

: : : LET IT RIDE : : :


Joined January 2008

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I’d tell you what I actually wrote this about, but I think that half the fun of reading poetry is leaving the door to interpretation slightly ajar. ; )

And I realize I probably look like a hick with my overall lack of punctuation ~ but that’s the way it came out of my head, so that’s how I wrote it down. For a while I considered recording it for a spoken word cd I had planned, but never got around to writing any background music for it, so ~ here it is.

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