Just About Enough.

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    Just About Enough.


    You've just about lifted me 10 feet off the ground, but it feels like you have already let me go.
    I try to make out what you saying, but i can't make a sound.
    I finally figure out your telling me that you need me, but I misunderstand you for cutting me down.
    I tell you that I had enough, so you tell me that you're sorry.
    But I say it's too late to apologize.
    You pretend to act as sweet as an angel (knowing you'll get what you want), saying you want another chance.
    Amd once again without thinking, as supid as I am, I give it to you, not knowing that I'd fall from taking that shot from you.
    You don't understand how much I really need you to cooperate with me and do your part, but then again, you don't care; It's just the same old thing to you, nothing new.
    As long as I'm doing my part, you won'r do s@%#.
    From now until the end, you know I'm always gunna love you;
    Back then when the fire was red, and even NOW with the fire blue.
    And even though blue fire represents the end, as you can see, I'm still loving you; not regrettinganything from the past.
    (don't you see?)
    Should I really stop and realize the mistakes you've done?
    Or should I just go on and let everything slide for now on?
    To be honest, I don't know what to do; that's why I'm here,
    thinking about what I should do, hoping I won't regret anything like a hopeless fool.
    It's terribly amazing amusing how many different climates of feeling one can go through in one day.
    Should I go about my business, Or should I simply act the same way?
    If I did,
    Would you notice?
    Would you change?
    Would you even care?
    But really,
    Would you even notice I'm gone?

    [August 2007]

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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