Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Hide

Everybody wants to play games,
This is what we are bringing.
Everybody wants to run and hide,
These thoughts are stinging.

We all have no life,
Everybody wants nice things.
No need for strife,
We think we are alright.

We run but we can't hide,
How hard we try.
No real choice,
There is no suicide.

Life can go on.
We do go forth.