VIRTUALLY GONE
jhimm, written 2007
i'm sloughing off the accretions of time troubled by the shape i'm in whittling down this chip on my shoulder opportunities are wearing thin i've betrayed the instrument i was made to be i think it's time to take one on the chin my wings are clipped, my lips are sealed i can't help wondering when my ship is coming in its too late to take it back, but even if we could i'm sure we'd hang ourselves with the same slack, sometimes i think that we should can't see if we're on the right track, trees in front of the wood, blind our eyes to the burning flack, i wonder if it does any good tell me to my face before i fade away i'm just a docetic dreamer, hung out to bleed not trying to grab the glory and power not trying to change your heart or change your mind not trying to be the man of the hour its too late to take it back, but even if we could i'm sure we'd hang ourselves with the same slack, sometimes i think that we should tell me to my face before i fade away why don't you