Friday, October 26, 2007

Fiction of Life

Walking in the mist
Of my own assumptions
Taken by
The glory of my ways
Just 10 steps
To make it all better
Pick and choose
They say there's no one way

So I walk
Down the road of good intentions
Taking little tastes
Of all the sweet sins here
Turning down
The help of my good brothers
I'm the puppet
And the puppeteer

This is all fiction
Shadow of the real
There is nothing to find here
Nothing to feel