Ovis

Monday morning
I looked the mirror
In the eyes
It didn’t care for what it saw

I’ve never been optimistic
As the seconds pass me by
They prove me right
As before

Now there are animals at my door
Gnawing at themselves
Adding fuel to my fire
It never takes much effort
To be a sheep

Saturday night
I’m lying in my bed
When you hit me like a cruise missile
I see the truth out there
But it doesn’t mean a thing

Well I sit here like a broken clown
I see everything
I wish I never had
I’m glad you could see me
When you weren’t here

© 2006, Mosquitobyte