Wednesday, February 23, 2005


But patiently waiting
My time of probation
It hastening on
And all along
I thought it was me who was wrong
I should have kept my mouth shut
And shut up
When I knew I went too far
The best sayings go unsaid
The best writings never get read
The choicest thoughts are unthinkable
Imagine me being free
To say the things I’ve got to say
Without hesitation
Without reservation
Just because I think this way
Why do I have to hold my tongue?
To keep me from being put away
The hill is too steep
I can’t climb it
It’s time that has slipped from my hands

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