jad@hpfclo.UUCP (jad) (07/19/84)
I Don't Need the Pain (Just a Poem) They say the seasons change. Well, so do I. Don't ask me why. We can all watch nature make, And most of us have seen her break. Nothing she does, does she fake. So why do I take so much advice Just to be what some call "nice"? And just what is the price? The damage I've caused Has not been subtile. Are the hearts I've touched Now reduced to rubble? Can anything be done To erase the pain? It was only for fun, I say the truth is plain: I never meant to hurt anyone. They say all's fair In love and war. But your heart can tear And sometimes all for Nothing. And after all's been said and done I guess you could say I had my fun But now I turn and look behind, And for my reward, now I find Nothing. Just don't do it; don't mess around. I tell myself that ... I'm such a clown Because though I may be getting wise, When it comes that time I close my eyes. And hope everything's OK in the morning. There's no excuse, there's no good reason If I were a country I'd call it treason, The wars that rage inside my head And those that drag me into bed ... Is there anything that can be done To help this poor fool out of fun, And into a life less traumatic, Perhaps a mind more automatic. I don't know what I'm trying to say. Perhaps I just don't want to pay For every lie I've ever told, Or every future I've ever sold. Or thrown away. Don't mind me, go ahead and live. Perhaps some day I'll learn to give. Maybe that day I'll find another, She won't just be what I call a lover. She'll be my friend. When that day comes, I'll surely know it I just pray to God that I don't blow it. Though if fair rewards are handed out, I guess you can just count me out. I don't need the pain. -- john -- "Lately it occurs to me what a long strange trip it's been"