barricade's blog: "Poetry"

I say that I'm a cliche,

and yet the words from your mouth

and yours

and yours

mean nothing to me....

I can move a room, child.

Ego built on reality,

I'll fall back on my own two hands,

with strong wrists to lift me back up.

Forget the time I spent

wasting

wasting away

devouring time with the meaningless and trivial.

tomorrow will be mine.