Thursday, March 4, 2010

The Fare You Pay For Being

You can burst through time
Wielding your anger like a weapon
Or live your life in quiet desperation
Either way, it’s the price you pay
Now you just play out the string
Better luck next time
I know you didn’t ask for the pain
It’s the fare you pay for being



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5 comments:

TS Hendrik said...

I love some of the phrases you come up with. Absolutely fantastic way with words.

Pat Tillett said...

Thanks! Right back at ya, buddy!
I can't keep my own kid's names straight, but somehow I can spit this stuff out

RawknRobynsGoneBlogWild said...

It is so true that pain is the fare. Damnit.
Great piece, Pat.
Robyn

Pat Tillett said...

Thanks Robyn...
No free rides!

mrscolombo said...

It's called carrying our cross and being transformed by the pain rather than being buried by it. Again...your words are powerful.