“Don’t you think that’s selfish?”
The same is said of you—
You send middlemen
But I know the game
You are always across the river
And I am tired of rowing
Something inside tells me
I have rowed too hard,
Too hard against the current
I won’t let you forget this one;
For once, I triumph
“Why didn’t you tell me yourself?”
Written: circa Spring 2004
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