The words lost in my head
Left with mud on an empty swing
In the wake of barking dogs
Tomorrow will be today just as the day after
While a pocket is filled for a fortune teller
A parrot, a tarot card, fake rings of heaven's demise
In a flower someone foresees a brick full of walls
Grim and tall, yet hidden by a shadow of ten thousand suns
A kid runs towards his ball while he rolls away under a drunk driver's truck
In a hospital his mother shrieks like a wingless eagle
Someone dead, but the feelings are stunningly alive
I've been all around searching for that feeling
Hollow sounds generate when she and i meet
Like a cascade of drowning sandcastles
Not a fall but like a rising smoke which now sticks in my ribcage
Hope is strange, a currency for the one's who are fading
Dreams are a state, a toxicant while the truth and lies become one and the same
Life is small when the freeways are so wide but your mind in so narrow
2 comments:
i have finished my work and longing now
like a maze mouse promised custard
now u the expert in managerial affairs
wheres the business plan, you freeloading bastard!!!
freeloading???
i am swinging my life away
and besides, i cant afford custard right now, just a glass of sugarless milk
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