Why in heaven would you raise the devil in me
It's not necessary, let me be
Let me show my good qualities
Silently it lays in wait
Why do you make me fight to keep it chained
I don't want to let it out
The devil in me is not a nice man
He's the defender of the weaker me
Shows no consideration, no favour, no quarter
My protector to whom no one else matters
The devil in me please let him be
All I ask is that you be good to me
It's the only thing keeping it from being free
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
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