Wile E. Quixote

I can't stand alone
And when I topple to mother's earth
I think on my way down
That it should be your arms
Not clover
That eases my fall

But the fall from grace ain't too far from home
Or am I being pretentious?
Borrowed egocentrism from my leopard-skinned girl
Am I assigning attributes based on biased midnight testimony?
Can I resist the destined tag-names?
Could I strive to be less than you imagine?

I can't stand the sight of you
Not being here
And when I avert my gaze
The absence grows ever fonder of my heart

Teeth sink in synch with my fall
I feed the myth that bites me



Credits
Writer(s): Grahm Eberhardt
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