Buddah MAC
05-11-06, 05:05 AM
her second sight double took a moment to reflect
the futures afforded her, plus past to dissect
how that incomplete equasion will forever equal now
more or less amazing as she turns the volume loud
and bathes in the bass drum, soul's smile'd stretch her face numb
scrubbin' off the day sun, so the midnight moon replacing
won't suspect the steppin' out, she dressin' so her weapons out
fresh pressed as it last slept in so no intentions left in doubt
early AM addict steady sweatin' out the work week
shaking off the daymares red' to shriek at nerves' peak
from daily grind friction, hard working, power lifting
to next rung on class ladder, til crystal ceiling shattered
but that action bringin rain down, so that shard-in-skin pain found
why after 9-5 main round she can't wait to turn her sane down
and revel in the moment to enjoy just what it is
that space and place in time where one simply lives
and fetters are forgotten, character up out the plot and
the blood, sweat and tears all wiped, dried and clotted
clear the past's slate clean, 'cept she leaves the mistakes up
so the pattern shows and tomorrow no one wakes up
aftertasting regret, bitter, dry and lingering
and she knows mirror's the place for recrimination fingering
but, right now, damp summer night got dance floor full
downed her final drink lookin' for a man to pull
so they both escape their essance that evening for an instant
and she can teach reaching heaven ain't that distant
the futures afforded her, plus past to dissect
how that incomplete equasion will forever equal now
more or less amazing as she turns the volume loud
and bathes in the bass drum, soul's smile'd stretch her face numb
scrubbin' off the day sun, so the midnight moon replacing
won't suspect the steppin' out, she dressin' so her weapons out
fresh pressed as it last slept in so no intentions left in doubt
early AM addict steady sweatin' out the work week
shaking off the daymares red' to shriek at nerves' peak
from daily grind friction, hard working, power lifting
to next rung on class ladder, til crystal ceiling shattered
but that action bringin rain down, so that shard-in-skin pain found
why after 9-5 main round she can't wait to turn her sane down
and revel in the moment to enjoy just what it is
that space and place in time where one simply lives
and fetters are forgotten, character up out the plot and
the blood, sweat and tears all wiped, dried and clotted
clear the past's slate clean, 'cept she leaves the mistakes up
so the pattern shows and tomorrow no one wakes up
aftertasting regret, bitter, dry and lingering
and she knows mirror's the place for recrimination fingering
but, right now, damp summer night got dance floor full
downed her final drink lookin' for a man to pull
so they both escape their essance that evening for an instant
and she can teach reaching heaven ain't that distant