Friday, March 28, 2008

How strange a muse can hit you
A bounce from somebody's see
To twist from the orignal other
A quick 180 on their degree
Coz it's a quick blast
Of a break fast
From boredom
Of a serious degree
To cross some super imposed boundry
Of what I can or cannot say
Well I use my free will
To over come your past of kill
Because your intention is not the intent of my way
So I shall be who I shall be
And move my own wish of way
For I am a free spirit
My word for this day
Because tomorrow
I may 180
The other way
From the weather of the day