The sun never shines when I think about it
The memory I have to live with and
I just cant take it anymore
Where did my life go when
I needed it the most
Now more than ever
Been to so many places
And seen so many faces
Id give it all away for one thing
Give it all away for a lifetime
I know them all untill life said
Its time to move on to something new
Why new - Why not old - Why not the same
Ive been robbed from that value that
I needed the most
I hate it but voices tell me
Its for the good of life
I hate it
I love it
I hate it
I love it
I hate you - I love you
Make it go away
I want my life back
That I never had
Why cant I be (like) you
flipflop sages wear chaffing proverbs and rolexes
selling sunnyday real estate in the circuitous mythologies
and raising momentary structures
that outlive the beliefs
that they were built upon
So why don't our hands bleed?
where are the visions?
and so-called chariots?
There is no ghost resting at the side of my bed...
as we speed-live,
spreading into obscurity
closer and angrier than we have been thus far,
as more dandylion deities are bagged and burned
and recycled as soap and tupperware... rns 2003
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