rabid reader
05-16-2006, 08:38 PM
After alittle computer difficulty I am back with another instalment. For those of you who have read my alligory the Beach this may seem like a familuar idea:
Through the sun, this way we come, to the sea
The sea is rough, its wave are tough... on the rocks
The ideas do crash, on silk and ash; on me,
The flithe, the rocks, the salt, all with dampened socks
Still they crash, the sun does leave with followed clouds
Fall on me, ideas do scream, as the waves crash
The rain does come, ignorance washes off, cleans shrouds
The feelings do numb as stupidity becomes, ash!
Still though, the rocks slip, as your mind does trip
Crowds do gather, to admire your clean matter
But will always ignore your failing grip
To bring attention will only make moods sadder
Still they take you for what they think is worth
Forsake you when your clean doesn't fill their gerth
Through the sun, this way we come, to the sea
The sea is rough, its wave are tough... on the rocks
The ideas do crash, on silk and ash; on me,
The flithe, the rocks, the salt, all with dampened socks
Still they crash, the sun does leave with followed clouds
Fall on me, ideas do scream, as the waves crash
The rain does come, ignorance washes off, cleans shrouds
The feelings do numb as stupidity becomes, ash!
Still though, the rocks slip, as your mind does trip
Crowds do gather, to admire your clean matter
But will always ignore your failing grip
To bring attention will only make moods sadder
Still they take you for what they think is worth
Forsake you when your clean doesn't fill their gerth