Shake your head at me.
Go ahead, do it,
One, two three.
Disapprove,
Let disappointment accrue
And don't discuss.
I'm sorry, but who's running
My life?
Shake your head at me.
Go ahead, do it,
One, two, three.
I hate it too,
Letting things get this way,
And never stopping.
I'm sorry that I'm running
My life.
Shake your head at me.
Go ahead, do it,
One, two, three.
I want to agree,
Express my self loathe,
But I can't cause you've no right
To tell me how to run
My life.
YOU ARE READING
In-Motion
PoetryLife is a mess, yet an intricate tapestry. It isn't something to create or discover or anything marketable like that. It is merely to live and prone to change. Strange how sometimes the only thing we can bear to hear this news from is a poem.
