Extreme

All the people
Trying so hard
To find a place
Like the store down the street
That renovates your body for a hex

These dreams are a lie
Like a Russian river
It never dies
Like boys and girls
Minds wiped clean
Reaching out their hands

Then they scream

They didn’t expect me

I walk down the street
They don’t know where I’m going
I steal their new bodies
Like that stupid TV show
I do nothing with the mind
There’s nothing there at all

So when you detest
All the parts of you
Look for me
I’m always passing through
Don’t say you don’t know me
I’m the one with the smile
Baggy pants
Combat boots
Trouble

© 2006, Mosquitobyte