All this pulling

and all this pushing.

I don’t know where to run,

and I don’t know where to hide.

I’m thinking I’ll just take a bow out,

a lasting farewell,

a lasting dance.

All this pulling,

and all this pushing.

It drives me mad,

insanity with a return point unheard.

I don’t know where I’ll go

or what I’ll do.

In the end,

I’ll wave a good-bye,

as you say your last wishes.

© 2003 David Greg Harth

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