10/18/14 9:10pm – 12/1/14 3:33am
myth doubts
(eight syllables)
please hold my other hand
’cause this one doesn’t count
please try and understand
what i myself don’t know about
these both are working hands
but one i do without
squeeze not the one i damn
for the right-handed this myth doubts
it started god knows when
and only he knows why
on earth his own children
are born to minds they’re crippled by
from such an early age
a poor child of rituals
come to a later stage
and find a life now rich with rules
it started with my right
but spread there from the hand
i pray an end’s in sight
but i am kneeling to demands
i say an end’s in sight
but i am feeling such a fool
as i sit here and write
taking care there’s eight syllables
please take this absurd hand
against my own free will
please make me understand
and don’t let go of me until
where there’s tunnel there’s light
if lead in i can be lead out
i say an end’s in sight
but i myself have doubts