us life
now imprisoned
in a cold, sunless sphere
day after day, without a torch
to guide
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us life
now imprisoned
in a cold, sunless sphere
day after day, without a torch
to guide
to guide
the loveless and
the blind, the white bird flies
into the storm, into the dark
with you
with you
I expose the
inner core of me, the
soft, untouched parts that languish there,
unseen.
unseen,
in the great depths,
down, down below the sea,
a secluded cave of beauty
is mine.
is mine
somewhere out there,
the uncluttered hour,
the faceless clock, space with silence
real time
real time
and surreal
timelessnesses, we are
born to live through the years, then lose
the tracks
the tracks
as thin as sticks
held my train, now broken
and motionless, pulled off its course
to death
To death
I leave these words
You shall fail to take me
Until given authority
By me.
I like this one, SymphonyQuote:
Originally Posted by symphony
Thanks Fire. :)
By me,
the roads create
a destiny. In me,
rests centuries of history...
of me.
History? Oh, no,,,,not yet! lol
of me
better not think
think about yourself
think how you will make history
in youth
In youth,
Aristotle,
did you comtemplate the
paradox in arbitrary
these thoughts?
these thoughts
live as long as
one lives; they pop off as
soon as spirit leaves its home
in ruins
ruins
step carefully
once beautiful, now gone
the debris left behind can still
destroy
destroy
the reaction,
it's tireless and mean.
No changes forthcoming unless
your own.