Democracy will not come
Today, this year
   Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
  To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

      Freedom
      Is a strong seed
      Planted
      In a great need.

      I live here, too.
      I want freedom
      Just as you.

2 and 2 are 4.
4 and 4 are 8.

But what would happen
If the last 4 was late?

And how would it be
If one 2 was me?

Or if the first 4 was you
Divided by 2?

I dig a hole in myself
and fill it with words

I tried my best, I did my best
Not to fall in love with you
Not to picture our hands intertwined pointing above
Not to think of our lives together that could have been
Not to dream of you laying next to me after a night of love and sin
Not to break down and wish I could start again.
But I guess my best. Couldn't win.

"One of these days I'm just going to sit down, put a pen to my head, pull the trigger and blow my brains out on a piece of paper."