Give me what's left of the chocolate bar,
I don't want you to go very far,
Children walking down our street,
One falls back cause he's stepping to the beat,
I don't know if you see me that well,
But I'm livin' in this perpetual hell,
I don't know how I got here,
When I'm livin' this life in permanent fear,
If only I knew what I know now,
Would I go back and change it somehow,
I don't think I know & I don't care,
Somebody once said that life isn't fair,
And I'm the kid that's stepping to the beat,
When I walk I'm gonna stomp my feet,
So give me what's left of the chocolate bar,
I don't even care if you go very far,
I am not walking in an endless ring,
I am prepared for what's coming,
So bring on the earth,
And for what it's worth,
I'm gonna give it my all,
Even if it means I might fall.
~The beauty of poetry is that it doesn't have to make any sense...this doesn't. I can't explain the chocolate bar part...really I was eating a chocolate bar (hershey's milk, i remember) and i was in a fiesty mood. I was ready to "take on the earth". I got a rythym and the words just worked, i love it still - even if the chocolate bar part makes no sense.~
