Jan 07, 2006 10:27
Three strong star orions’ belt
My black feet shadow on the white road home
My pale white face in the yellow full moon
My laying down on the patio cold
My genuine belief of a change in days
Only 14 days ‘til a shift in life
The reoccupation of a disinterested cell
The repopulation of a demented but determined self
House the homeless the man I heard say
But he became despondent when they drank their way away
So I can understand reaction and fraught displays
When the country that requests simply detracts its dismay
We all yearn for an improved position in time
We all seek for a destiny of child self-sublime
But the eager surely only praise self-decline
For they struggle but push all the others behind
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Fresh cut grass in the graveyard
Second hand drizzle in my eyes
Quarter moon giving me a sign
Opening up the path reminding me of you
Bright car lights taking my night vision
Driving me into complete black
Preceding storm rivers rush my shoes
Bridge rattles train pass windows bright
Self-doubt tears wanted tugged at strings
Expected but still disappointed shrugs
By this time next week
Sat at the side frown grown less content
Song company assists the process
Shout it out loud release this ache
Ripped up shot at run ragged
Rest recoup rearrange restart
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