Z SoccerChic9: Said better than I could...
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Okay, this is written a little better than the poem posted earlier, and expresses my thoughts on our warped, media dictated society and despite what Nick says, it is not sappy.

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can't seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There'e no one in sight.
And we're still together
in My Secret Life.

I smile when I'm angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do waht I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I'd die for the truth
in My Secret Life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight
I finally got my orders
I'll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it's either black or white.
Thank - you it's not that simple
In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I'm told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I'm always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it's crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.

Thank you Leonard Cohen.
 
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