07 July 2009

Original poetry


I’ve been at this for so long
It can hardly be conceived
Why the holder of a key
Is unusually aggrieved

But I’d rather come up wrong
Than never be believed
For a fear of being right
Is worse than foolishly perceived

I’d rather be right than wrong
Than be wrong and well-believed
Because so long as you choose unaware

Then undoing is what you weave

And it wouldn’t be very long
Until your undoing you’ve achieved.

- by Cagey
from a dream

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