Wile E. Quixote (1998)

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 into faded horizons
When the distant silence threatens to continue
Looming threateningly in the distance
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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