Parenthetical Asides

it's like a three day cycle

where yesterday's yesterday

is tomorrow's today

(it makes sense; ponder it for a moment)

and all that jazz

isn't all that jazzy anymore

but if it's a fool's hope

then i'm a fool

(then again, who isn't these days?)

i'm bought off with a kiss (once more)

and have read somewhere (again and again)

that dead cacti always make the best pets

that's what she tells me, anyway

(but i digress)

we can live through our lies

or lie through our pain

we can lie through our lives

or live through our pain

(which suits you best i wonder)

i'll probably never really know

because, in the end,

life is really nothing more than a

(parenthetical aside)