WX6[ck]
10-29-2003, 06:32 PM
Um.. this is my first time ive posted my poem here so dont bite my head off, please.
A new day brings hope,
you'd think.
The walls are so thin yet they remain tall,
Symboient, to the fact that whats within these walls project these walls for protection.
No, these walls are made of glass.
Glass bends light,
light means vision,
vision is the essence of imagination,
imagination drives us wild.
A new day.
Still no salvation, but I still hope, hope one day I won't have to.
Hope that one day I can leave this green house.
Hope like shadows fade away to bring a new light.
A new direction. For shadows of the past brings hope for the future.
No past, an empty future.
Life moves on.
New directions, new ways, new hopes and dreams and thoughts.
But life moves not like time.
Time is steady, life is fluctuating.
As we speak, as you read, things are constantly changing.
From now to then to memories.
Memories are the shadows of hope.
Ones of success and failure.
Once again I'm in the green house, alone with my memories, my imagination and my hope.
A new day brings hope,
you'd think.
The walls are so thin yet they remain tall,
Symboient, to the fact that whats within these walls project these walls for protection.
No, these walls are made of glass.
Glass bends light,
light means vision,
vision is the essence of imagination,
imagination drives us wild.
A new day.
Still no salvation, but I still hope, hope one day I won't have to.
Hope that one day I can leave this green house.
Hope like shadows fade away to bring a new light.
A new direction. For shadows of the past brings hope for the future.
No past, an empty future.
Life moves on.
New directions, new ways, new hopes and dreams and thoughts.
But life moves not like time.
Time is steady, life is fluctuating.
As we speak, as you read, things are constantly changing.
From now to then to memories.
Memories are the shadows of hope.
Ones of success and failure.
Once again I'm in the green house, alone with my memories, my imagination and my hope.