..product of too much time
Okay, I have got no idea why I'm in the mood to write poems lately. Posting it for fun, to make my journal seem less dead =D And it's got a lame title : Song of Dreams
Strum the string of inspiration,
The black and white keys of your future,
They’re still there,
Waiting for you to play the tune of your dream.
The rhythm of the tiny droplets pitter-pattering on the asphalt,
Maybe it’s the beat of your dream.
They say that people walk in the rain
To hide their tears from others.
What if it was wrong?
What if walking in the rain is washing your tears away?
Hey, a new time-signature,
Try going allegro or maybe a little andante,
The speed of the melody is yours to change,
The symphony of your dream is yours to perform.
Strum the string of inspiration,
The black and white keys of your future,
They’re still there,
Waiting for you to play the tune of your dream.
The rhythm of the tiny droplets pitter-pattering on the asphalt,
Maybe it’s the beat of your dream.
They say that people walk in the rain
To hide their tears from others.
What if it was wrong?
What if walking in the rain is washing your tears away?
Hey, a new time-signature,
Try going allegro or maybe a little andante,
The speed of the melody is yours to change,
The symphony of your dream is yours to perform.