Contortionist no more
No longer the same excitement
A drag of biblical proportions
No matter how I try to twist and turn
Thus become the great contortionist
I am powerless to please you...
I refuse to stand on the sidelines
Silent, far away and let you
Have your way
You can't accuse me of impatience
You can try to play my sanity
But whay not pray for your own?
Thus find a soul infested with misery...
Nothing will change
Despite the mounting evidence
That you've lost your way
One person criticizes, it's paranoia
Two, it's a rumour
A dozen, the facts speak for themselves
I've got better things to do
Then conspire with others
To remove you from the throne
Besides...
I can't appease the impeachable...
My exit stage left
Is what you truly wanted
Your wish is your command
One more troublemaker out
11 more to go but
Time will show
When the dust has settled
Karma will prove its mettle
And you'll be cast out in disgust
My sympathies I leave
In your wake
For there is a light shining beyond tomorrow
And your face doesn't reflect
Upon choppy waters that deserve
A calmness that you can see
But never feel...
When I told you, I was gone
You laughed it off
Saying I didn't have the guts
Now, I've called your bluff
Left you scratching a head
Confused, embittered but
This ain't a power play
If nothing else, I hope
You find peace at the center
You deserve it
Really...
But It's not for me to decide...
P-August 28, 2008.
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