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| Lady Justice, by Mimi |
Posted by Jeremy DyerThe beauty of the rose
Is balanced by the thorn
That's the way the story goes,
Right from the day you're born.
No fields of joy without an end
No Christmas cracking time
No party day around the bend
To look back on your prime.
On the other schizo hand
My childhood wasn't bad
Or so the therapist said
When he held my hand.
Eons ago the lords of glory
Ruled the righteous earth.
Now a twisted murder story
Tells us what we're worth.
They say a cynic's never wrong
He can't be disappointed.
But is his view a correct sum
Of what life has anointed?
Shatter me in your eyes
Consume me with your lips
Find me love that never dies
That's not from movie clips.
Am I happy? What a question!
Please don't query life's direction.
Is it fate or circumstance,
Or am I my own providence?
Am I trapped or am I free?
Am I the me I want to be?
The urgent answer that we seek
Won't be on tv this week.
