Friday, June 20, 2008

Who Do

A name I wrote became myself
I wanted someone new
The time to leave my shell behind
Was getting overdue
The name I took from hearing
Sounded like the past
A mountain climb I left behind
Sticking to me fast
The name I made no different
People like to talk
I'll keep myself the way I am
A piece of the old block

JM

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Yeah, pure hoodoo. Bring on the pomes! -me