The Lonely Lily
Armed with flowers and wooden stakes he stands before you.
Your heart races, your breath is stilled by his threatening, silently deafening stare.
Who is he? You may say. What does he stand for, if anything? You might ask.
My answer to you is this-
I stand for no one.
Not myself, no.
Not my lover, no.
And certainly not the world.
I could care for everyone but not care what happens to them.
"There's no difference!" You say?!
Oh, I beg to differ.. I do beg to differ...
Armed with flowers and wooden stakes he stands before you.
Your heart races, your breath is stilled by his threatening, silently deafening stare.
Who is he? You may say. What does he stand for, if anything? You might ask.
My answer to you is this-
I stand for no one.
Not myself, no.
Not my lover, no.
And certainly not the world.
I could care for everyone but not care what happens to them.
"There's no difference!" You say?!
Oh, I beg to differ.. I do beg to differ...
