by Sid de Knees

Created on: August 25, 2008

If you could look into my heart,
I wonder what you'd think
of someone having lived a life,
depending on a drink.
If you could look into my heart,
and feel the things I do
would you know what to do with time,
remaining here for you?

Go into now, my heart we shall,
and see the things I see
the dreams I hold are martin'kings
all living shall be free,
all women's should be recognized,

and held aloft in praise,
the troubles they endure for us,
shall endlessly amaze.

I cry at movies, give a damn,
will live to serve my kin,
throw paddy's when I'm not allowed,
don't care if I don't win,
my mother is the greatest mum,
and means the world to me,
though saying that my dad's a star,
and taught me to be free.

I think I've had enough of trying,
to be something great
I'm happy just to be on time,
instead of always late,
how horrible it must have been,
to wait around for me,
when I was having fun myself,
embracing I was free.

I wasn't meant to be a poet,
oh goodness me, no way,
a poet I will never be,
good god not in my day.
but here I am and rambling,
away in rhyme and flow,
typing faster than I pen,
not knowing where to go.

which avenue to take you down,
my goodness me oh my,
so many places I have been,
and will before I die.
It's five to twelve, I'm signing off,
a tea is calling me,
come slurp me up, I'm I'm hot and sweet,
I'm waiting come be free.

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