2004-03-02 - 11:10 p.m.
Imitation
A gross error in judgement
A plan not followed through
A lifetime of collected tales
on what we should not do
With each action experienced
or seen then come the thoughts
that dissect this play of life into
its many scattered plots The ingredients are here
I pick and choose out my quirks
from the countless present and
go with whatever works
All the while I can hear a voice
labeling me "fun," "sweet," or "mean"
yet I am just an imitation
of everything I have seen
I am just an imitation
of everything I have seen A soul steps through my length of gaze
with words of solid gold
But what attracts the attractive
is not within my hold
Yet still they can confide in
a one they do not desire
One who's assembled the puzzle
from outpours he's acquired Don't tell me I'm so kind
If you could see what I hide. . .
If I were wise as you claim
you'd be here by my side
When you describe the perfect choice
the list leaves me a slaughtered lamb
for it seems an imitation
of all that I think I am
The whole thing's an imitation
of all that I think I am The tide keeps flowing in
Alcohol and lack of sleep
I'd almost spill my secrets
just to have no more to keep
I might trade in all I rejoice
All that most think makes me unique
Just to be an imitation
of everything that you seek
Is it worth the imitation
Tell me, which fate is more bleak?
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