By the guppy
Date: 31 May 2000
times ten
maybe i'm just getting old...
or getting enlightened
or getting pissed off
maybe i'm learning
maybe i'm dreaming
maybe this whole joke-filled joyride is all about on who's lips at the end of the day your name comes streaming from
whether you know it or not
it's a tough call
it's a tougher shot
banked off triple rails with eight balls guarding every pocket
choose the right one
make a choice
choose it with confidence
bet the bank on the fact that the last ball you sank won't be the next
it won't be the same
it won't be the last
and no voodoo hex is gonna complicate the game
no cycle of stars is going to hold back my heart
or make me compare the stares that i get to the ones i regret
or the ones that i haven't had the pleasure of knowing yet
i may shake sometimes at night
convince myself that something deep inside just ain't right
and wake up the next day wishing i had said everything i had to say
pause
think it over
and re-realize that i've said nearly all of it
regardless of judgement
i don't want a love that makes me crazy all the time
i don't want the constant chaos of a rollercoaster ride
and i for sure don't want to be the guy left to blame if all the sweet talk romance used car salesmanship ends up not filling up somebody's dreams
i don't want to be a dream
i want to be known
and a great deal of the time, it seems, that i don't even really care if i'm seen
i'm not about to take credit for this pocket of flesh that my soul inhabits
any physical beauty i may hold can be attributed to decent genetics and luck and a lack of destructive substance intake by my parents
anyone that is going to love me is going to love them
offer them the praise
give me the friendship
give me the real-life you
give me the late-night talks over cheap beer and cold pizza
give me the bad hair days
give me the beauty of bad breath when you wake up
the intoxication of you being worried, or happy, or angry about someone other than me
let me know you beyond how you feel about me
let me know
do your best to show all those little things that are considered insignificant to you
i want the imperfection of you
i want the imperfection of me
i want the imperfection of reality
the perfection of love
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