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We are children in a field of dreams.
Waiting.
Watching.
The floating dreams above us wait.
We watch.
The floating dreams are always just out of reach,
There I was, caught in labyrinth.
Time & time again I found myself lost.
Following Cupid's arrow.
Round & round I turned.
Still I was a fool to not admit my denial.
Chasing an arrow not meant for me.
I was a man of industry
Wrought iron bars towards the distance
Eden was promising company
Reapers mowed through the gardens
Heavenly light begged for shadows
Peter sang out, "efficiency"
Looking back I always find you
With no dreams left behind
In my thoughts you are buried
You I find..............................
With love and kindness you're filled
Your heart fashioned within
Echo, you privilege soul
Stand by as I pillage your home
Watch as they rave your condemnation
We have yet to live.
The peddels to the bike were stiff because of that cold morning
Gears groaned as the wheels roatated, stuggling to find its rythem
I was behind my friends,
but then again I was always behind my friends.
I paused in the presence of sound.
It played like gentle background music
Set within a silent, theatrical film.
Everything melted away so quickly.
I became more than a miniscule thread
This life comes with so many demands..but it seem as if you lost your understanding of being a man..but how can you be that which you have never had in your life..a man that can show or tell you the difference betwe
One day, an old man came up to me and asked,
"Child, What are you looking for?"
I responded by saying,
"All my life, I have been looking
There is this beauty of men I have..
Walking past my eyes I take mini pictures..
From their mouth that's clean like fresh snow...
To their bodies that they take time to grow..
I could always admire a man..
Destroyed from the inside out,A tragedy sinners do not mourn.No pity for a star.
Here bright and burning,Here dark and cold,Alive as a star,Dead as a star.
She spends her time looking for truthIn the ruins of BabelAmong the pariahs and lepersJust another lost soulTurned away from societyHer only crimeWas to loveThe wrong soulThat sung half truths
I never thought
I’d be here now
But I always knew
I’d find you somehow
Still, the cease of
the smile on my face
Brings me to believe
That I’m still not in the right place/
You are always waitingBut what are you waiting forAre you afraid if you go out to find itThat it may leaveOr that it will end up where you once wereSo shall you wait forever for something to happen
I don’t know which I care for more:
The sewing machine on the shelf
Or my starving piggy bank.
All the different settings
Sing songs with lyrics
That are in a different language
