you keep me searching for a heart of gold, I've been a miner for a heart of gold
Yay, I'm listening to a new obsession of mine - Vienna Teng - so I thought I'd share. The title looks a bit strange, but it makes sense when you hear the song.
I've been just sitting around, writing fic and poetry and listening to random music and downloading music and watching "Yankee White" off and on. Good times. I wrote this poem, which is interesting. I'm not sure what I think of it just yet.
closer than you think
we’re all broken inside, when our cogs
rust and scrape against each other,
moaning like hungry stomachs (is
that where that noise comes from?)
and why we don’t see that no
one malfunctioning gear causes
imperfection is anyone’s guess.
find a way to fix your mechanics and
you’ll solve the problem inside
the hard dark place called life.
I've been just sitting around, writing fic and poetry and listening to random music and downloading music and watching "Yankee White" off and on. Good times. I wrote this poem, which is interesting. I'm not sure what I think of it just yet.
closer than you think
we’re all broken inside, when our cogs
rust and scrape against each other,
moaning like hungry stomachs (is
that where that noise comes from?)
and why we don’t see that no
one malfunctioning gear causes
imperfection is anyone’s guess.
find a way to fix your mechanics and
you’ll solve the problem inside
the hard dark place called life.