jurisprudent
11-13-2009, 04:39 PM
Can you smell the wet air in the night
The trees with the prolonged shapes of the branches
And their shadows crawling through the puddles
On the watery tarmac
And the night that has descended upon the city
Her veils thrown round the lights of the city centre buildings
And the rain that falls and falls…
Go out
Walk out
Into that night
Into that darkness
And smell the rain
Take it deep into the core of your lungs
And while you stride in the wet darkness
Have a glimpse at the lights
As they dimly flicker
And go past them, away.
Because you are free, so free
And the sullen skies above
Those sullen skies
And the pains and regrets of your morning
And the bitter taste of your afternoon
And the poison up and down your spine
They are all locked in the back room of your conscience
In the dark reservoir, the warehouse of your mind
Atlas is holding the globe on his arms
You know it is hard
You know there are so many swords
To slash and pierce your heart
And bleed your soul
And like apparitions they wander around into that rainy night
You can smell and feel their presence here
Their steps and their whispers
In the shadows, under the leaves, splashing in the puddles
And they will always try to bring you down
And drown you in the mud and dust under the heavy rain.
But nevertheless
While you walk in the wet darkness of the night
Stiffness in your neck
Pain in your throat
And the awful premonition of an oncoming storm
Of rain that would eventually turn into your own tears
You will feel your heart free
And liberated from chains
And ready to fly and fly and fly
And yes this is freedom
Oh God that freedom in your soul,
You adore it
It is the essential one, the subjective one
Beating in the centre of your veins
Oh God this freedom is your precious gold
That would make you light, light as a feather
And the heavy burdens upon you
Will be discharged, yes they will
And if you stick to your path in the night
Away from the dim lights
Yes
This pain will linger
But as Sisyphus, they say, is stronger than the rock he absurdly pushes
up and down
God
Walk, you have to walk, if you stop you would disappear
Then walk into the night and the rain
And rely on the beauty you would have to finally reveal
In the end.
The trees with the prolonged shapes of the branches
And their shadows crawling through the puddles
On the watery tarmac
And the night that has descended upon the city
Her veils thrown round the lights of the city centre buildings
And the rain that falls and falls…
Go out
Walk out
Into that night
Into that darkness
And smell the rain
Take it deep into the core of your lungs
And while you stride in the wet darkness
Have a glimpse at the lights
As they dimly flicker
And go past them, away.
Because you are free, so free
And the sullen skies above
Those sullen skies
And the pains and regrets of your morning
And the bitter taste of your afternoon
And the poison up and down your spine
They are all locked in the back room of your conscience
In the dark reservoir, the warehouse of your mind
Atlas is holding the globe on his arms
You know it is hard
You know there are so many swords
To slash and pierce your heart
And bleed your soul
And like apparitions they wander around into that rainy night
You can smell and feel their presence here
Their steps and their whispers
In the shadows, under the leaves, splashing in the puddles
And they will always try to bring you down
And drown you in the mud and dust under the heavy rain.
But nevertheless
While you walk in the wet darkness of the night
Stiffness in your neck
Pain in your throat
And the awful premonition of an oncoming storm
Of rain that would eventually turn into your own tears
You will feel your heart free
And liberated from chains
And ready to fly and fly and fly
And yes this is freedom
Oh God that freedom in your soul,
You adore it
It is the essential one, the subjective one
Beating in the centre of your veins
Oh God this freedom is your precious gold
That would make you light, light as a feather
And the heavy burdens upon you
Will be discharged, yes they will
And if you stick to your path in the night
Away from the dim lights
Yes
This pain will linger
But as Sisyphus, they say, is stronger than the rock he absurdly pushes
up and down
God
Walk, you have to walk, if you stop you would disappear
Then walk into the night and the rain
And rely on the beauty you would have to finally reveal
In the end.