right

november.11.2003

The right of what I'm seeing,
there you sit and grin.
Progress of a lifetime,
it all has never been.

I see intentions showing,
through all you try and say.
Yourself is all you're after,
as you go through the day.

The truth was always glaring,
you'd try and make me blind.
But sending you a message,
I leave you far behind.

The right holds all your meanings,
You never seem to grow.
A life with all the trimmings,
is all you'll ever know.