Dark Poetry - Proudly Publishing Poems Prose And People's Priceless Poetry
"sense" by innocence

Dark Poetry Home

Log In

Random Poetry


Sometimes it’s so hard to sit there and follow all the rules
And sometimes it’s hard to do what I’m told and go to school
And sometimes I wonder why I go off and live the life I lead
And I often can’t make sense of anything I dream

So why do I sit here and listen to all their lies
And listen to the bullshit they feed
I don’t now why I live this life,
This life that I don’t need

We sought to change the world from the beginning of time
Took control of others and punished those out of line
And we took things for granted by making rules to live
Got so caught up with our selves, we forgot why we started in the end

So why do I sit here and listen to all their lies
And listen to the bullshit they feed
I don’t now why I live this life,
This life that I don’t need

Now everyone is searching for a way to stay upon his or her own feet
Everyone is searching for a rope of hope to get out of the hole they dug to deep
And nowhere can you find, a man made up of any sense
No way can you back track life to erase all the bad things that grew immense

So why do I sit here and listen to all their lies
And listen to the bullshit they feed
I don’t now why I live this life,
This life that I don’t need
 
So I take a step back or two
Can you tell me what’s the perfect life for you?
Can you breath in and breath out and then make sense of it all?
Tell me Mr. know-it-all do you even have a clue?



 

 





Copying this work to another webpage without author permission is plagiarism.
Plagiarism is a misdemeanor, usually punishable by fines of $100-$50000 and up to one year in jail.




If you [Log In] as a member you can discuss this work with others


Navigation for Text Browsers
Things to Read  Home  Copyright Policy  Bugs


Owned and operated by GeniusWeb.com LLC


© 1996-2008 Matthew Steven
You must agree to our terms of service in order to to access this site

Need help? Reach us on the poetry site resource page.



Printed from www.DarkPoetry.com/dp/4761/68026 on Monday December 01st, 2008 09:22 PM

Certain elements © 1996-2008 Matthew Steven (matts.org)