Oct 6, 2011

When I rest

I cared not for the fame,
I cared not for the fortune,
Nor for the song I sung,
Out of tune ..

I was good, I was evil,
I was an angel, and I was the devil ..
All those things people say,
Reminded me of the rising waves at a bay ..

But I have walked the road,
Been there, done that ..
I look towards west, bored,
And walked into the sunset ..

As those doors of dusk open,
Showing the light out,
Here I lay cold and broken,
Speaking the words I never wrote about ..
For as sure as I'm about tomorrow's morning,
I knew ever since I was born,
That I would lie to rest, wondering,
Never knowing what it says on my tombstone ..

(RIP Steve Jobs ! You did great, in case you ever wondered !)

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