Some say I’m a copy cat

Some say I’m like others

Some say I write about the same things

Some say I use too much foul language

Some say I have too many references to sex

Some say I’m too violent

Some say I’m too disgusting

Some say I’m too lengthy

Some say I owe them more

 

Isn’t weird

That no one has said the magical words?

Or wonder what really goes on?

Sure, they all contemplate

They all think

They all attempt

They all persuade

They all wish

They all figure

They all calculate

 

But no one knows about the bleeding

Or the sprouting

The feeding or the growth

Nobody hears about the untitled

Or the music which inspires

 

No one knows about the fantasy trips

Or the daydreams

About the timeless revolution

Or fascination with my own

 

Some say things they shouldn’t

Some should say things they do not

Some should share more and not hide

Some should contact and quit playing giving in

 

Some fall

And some catch

Some feel the approach of heat

While others are eaten by coyotes in the desert land

Some ran away from it all

To go up upon with the other stars

Some come back

And realize they left someone

 

 

 

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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