Okay, well, let's shed some light on this.. this poem can 
be enterpreted in many different ways i guess. i really 
want everyone who reads it to get out of it whatever they 
want, and not become stuck on the idea that was in my own 
head when i wrote this. basically though, the main concept 
is about having yourself taken over. sometimes not even 
realizing it. everyone gets consumed and taken over by 
something else at some point in time. it's the natural way 
of things, we are human beings and we are made up of little

pieces of other things. we sample and keep a bit of 
everything we come into contact with. but this is more 
about trying to be controlled by whatever force you find 
yourself in contact with. they want to change you, and 
manipulate you. it's about fighting back i guess, 
resistance, betrayl.. all that kind of stuff.

so now that we all have some background (as i find 
background on a poem before reading it helps :)), i hope 
that you enjoy it and can maybe even relate in some way.

**

we've walked through here for hours
and it would seem we are no closer to the finish
than when we first started.
i turn to you, but your beautiful face suggests
that you are just as lost and confused
as i find myself to be.

what's the status of our situation?
is this good or bad; heaven or hell?
polar opposites attract and dictate.
the stench of defeat and murder lingers
and becomes thicker with each step we take.
i'm terrified this is our biggest mistake,
could this mean the end is near?
i think this means we are close.

i think they want us to join them.
they preach their lies
and inject into us their conformity poison.
infected, i regret to inform,
but still fighted.

i was right; the end is near,
the end of us.
there is just too many..
each choice will bring death.
if you see it the way i do,
it's a forced suicide.
rules we are supposed to abide by.
they are forcing our two worlds to collide.
i don't want this.
this wasn't my wish.

they tricked us;
the deliberately picked us.
in the beginning this may have only been a joke,
but now the fingers grasping at my neck and throat
become firm and still.
pressing in; i choke.

we won't give in though...
will we, darling?
you don't want to let them take us either.
you as well, like the way things were.

we were always fighting for a change,
but not this one.
they tempted us, and lead us off track
so you take the blame.
you were the only one who knew
i could never resist temptation.
i'd give up everything for this to return to perfect bliss.

you can't take me,
you can't take us.
i'll learn to live again
i'll learn to breathe again.
even though you push us, the rejected
out to sea, i'll find land.
we refuse to drown at your hands.

we are stronger than this,
we came prepared for this.
and if we must conftinue walking for hours
no closer to the finish than when we started.
even in the stench of defeat and murder,
no matter how horrible our situation,
no matter how large the mess;
you can tempt us,
but never take us.

love michelle.