all that cant be said

a friend of mine who chooses to remain anoynomous wrote this. read it. it's good stuff.

STILL THE ARTIST I AM

how u sit all day
staring at blank walls
what's that? clay?
no. just a bunch of useless balls

you speak to yourself
wad's the picture
you aint got a clue
but there's a fixture

now they say love's like that
who'd u'll meet is a mystery
but for the fact i know
you mean so much to me

when the arrow strikes
your eyes grow little spikes
oblivious to everyone, everything
attention's on that swing

a hunger there is
full will never come
you know she's his
its a les amis

it was just a masquerade
like any other fashion parade
she used you, cheated
like a piece of shit, you little migit

stop dreaming now
she's faded beyond the horizon
the clouds are blocking
on her heart there'll be no more knocking

life still goes on
everything seems so bleak
its different now
all cold, no heat

so release me from this threshold
from this constant struggle
i still have a name
i am the artist i am

sarah: man i gotta ask you. wads a migit?