(no subject)
I was listenin to lateralus and Third Eye when i wrote this jus a min ago
Seeing things in,
black and white,
day becomes night,
night always fading,
back into day,
so goes the cycle.
Born unto this existence,
black and white,
just a memory lost,
everything full,
filled with color.
Shades of grey,
purple,
blue,
green,
etc.
Chaos ensues,
as you grow older,
things more confusing,
nothing completely,
as it seems.
Simplicity fades,
spiraling into chaos.
Stretching out,
clawing to grasp,
understanding in this ocean,
full of chaos and confusion.
Rules to learn,
meant to be bent,
to question,
you grasp on,
holding on with,
all your might.
You move against,
societies social norm,
spiraling out instead of in.
Thinking for yourself,
questioning authority,
is this truly,
our supposed reality?
Eventually losing grasp,
it is your time to go.
You slip away,
into unconciousness,
your illusion has ended.
© smurfee 2004
Seeing things in,
black and white,
day becomes night,
night always fading,
back into day,
so goes the cycle.
Born unto this existence,
black and white,
just a memory lost,
everything full,
filled with color.
Shades of grey,
purple,
blue,
green,
etc.
Chaos ensues,
as you grow older,
things more confusing,
nothing completely,
as it seems.
Simplicity fades,
spiraling into chaos.
Stretching out,
clawing to grasp,
understanding in this ocean,
full of chaos and confusion.
Rules to learn,
meant to be bent,
to question,
you grasp on,
holding on with,
all your might.
You move against,
societies social norm,
spiraling out instead of in.
Thinking for yourself,
questioning authority,
is this truly,
our supposed reality?
Eventually losing grasp,
it is your time to go.
You slip away,
into unconciousness,
your illusion has ended.
© smurfee 2004