Wednesday, May 27, 2009
This feeling might feel like a tease,
Probably because it's coming with ease.
When I get in to go, I simply turn the keys,
Then I hit down with my foot with please.
It's a bit of freedom of which to seize.
To go where I desire,
Meet who I admire.
Burn with my fire,
Which I'll never tire.
To gain what I acquire.
The pleasure of freedom grows,
As do responsibilities pose.
I'm not all there at the shows,
I can't make it to the final close.
But I can write opening prose.
Posted by cwishnousky at 10:53 PM