Baby

You don’t have enough enemies, baby
don’t make one in me
you bang against a cage
you’ve created yourself
and only time will help you
find the key
there is no more breaking out, proving
that the darkside calls
you
can go willingly with little
disapproval
no one is watching
it’s only
you
worrying about the cost
with so much time
in this world there is plenty to waste
and if
you
die tomorrow,
who will care
what you did with your life
only that you are gone
and what will be remembered
the ecstasy
the touch of love
the smell of chopped hair
against soft lips
a crooked smile on
a work worn face
a heart’s truth
a soul’s wisdom