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Get back on your feet again
So insincere
Quiet American
I held you so dear
Get back on your feet again
I'm so into you
Reading something today caused a reflection to ripple across the water, as the cloudy waters settled a light shone piercing from the abyss. The light shone a vague beam bouncing delicately off the water fiering a pointer towards an uncertain future. A moments hesitation quickened the breath as what appeared here was a guiding light towards what will be. As Dickens' old man sat trembling at the icy breathe of the last spectre thoughts trangressed through what could be known with but a fleeting glimpse; again a constricted chest released abated breathe in melancholoy sombre. Here is a chance for infinite wisdom, a chance to know; three wisps can enchant but their message is change, nothing is set in ignanimous rock formations, we all carry chisels and through time like a river we alter course across our own rocks, we carve delicately at times, sometimes large chunks fall during transitions. Some times our chisels are guided by those who are wiser. In time, what we all have left is a shape we created, each one different--very unique--our path through this world....whatever happens this shape is a truly beautiful reflection of a wonderous creation. I cannot think that I would like to see this shape now, I believe I will wait until I am old enough to appreciate what it means, I bet their will be interesting shapes where I make incredible mistakes, channels where tears have worn intrinsic paths through periods of sorrow.There will be periods of smoothness where business left no time to imprint onto the rock. At the end I will run my hands across this cold rock with fond memories......the fondness of never knowing what is coming next.
Stop twisting my words tonight
If you get high on life
Don't leave me behind
Lullaby
You live in my ruined mind
Make light of all my fears
And lead me from here
So insincere
Quiet American
I held you so dear
Get back on your feet again
I'm so into you
Reading something today caused a reflection to ripple across the water, as the cloudy waters settled a light shone piercing from the abyss. The light shone a vague beam bouncing delicately off the water fiering a pointer towards an uncertain future. A moments hesitation quickened the breath as what appeared here was a guiding light towards what will be. As Dickens' old man sat trembling at the icy breathe of the last spectre thoughts trangressed through what could be known with but a fleeting glimpse; again a constricted chest released abated breathe in melancholoy sombre. Here is a chance for infinite wisdom, a chance to know; three wisps can enchant but their message is change, nothing is set in ignanimous rock formations, we all carry chisels and through time like a river we alter course across our own rocks, we carve delicately at times, sometimes large chunks fall during transitions. Some times our chisels are guided by those who are wiser. In time, what we all have left is a shape we created, each one different--very unique--our path through this world....whatever happens this shape is a truly beautiful reflection of a wonderous creation. I cannot think that I would like to see this shape now, I believe I will wait until I am old enough to appreciate what it means, I bet their will be interesting shapes where I make incredible mistakes, channels where tears have worn intrinsic paths through periods of sorrow.There will be periods of smoothness where business left no time to imprint onto the rock. At the end I will run my hands across this cold rock with fond memories......the fondness of never knowing what is coming next.
Stop twisting my words tonight
If you get high on life
Don't leave me behind
Lullaby
You live in my ruined mind
Make light of all my fears
And lead me from here