I always push things too far
Like an acupuncturist with a long needle
Poking and poking until he hits a nerve
And always getting kicked when I do
The pain, a strange reward for somehow
Getting a reaction from a stone
But not a stone
Just bone and flesh so cold,
Global warming couldn’t thaw them
Fresh filled with untapped rage
The needle probes and finds, and lets gush
The questions remain which
Is to blame for the pain
The needle or the stone,
And when will I ever learn to stop
Pushing? and if the stone will
Ever cease to cause human misery?
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