That was for my friends
but now they shall never know
what i created
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That was for my friends
but now they shall never know
what i created
What I created
A crippling fear of failure
Stark self-consciousness
Stark self-consciousness
Contemplate your belly spot
From heart to the stars.
From heart to the stars
A simple wish and your dreams
Are granted, my friend.
(so cheesy, but I wish it for you, M.)
Are granted, my friend.
Let the hours meet the heavens,
Wishes pour from the heart.
Wishes pour from the heart
Into my little black jar.
It stays on my shelf.
It stays on my shelf,
The forgotten reminder
Of open regret
Of open regret
Comes the closing of doors to
Opportunity.
Opportunity
Knocks and I will grab ahold.
Will I be happy?
Will I be happy?
Miserable poor thing
I am loosing time
I am loosing time
Letting it drift beyond its
Connection with me
connection with me
forgotten coffee tabled
death in family
Quote:
Originally Posted by atiguhya padma
I like that.
"Death in family,
closed 'til Tuesday", uncaring
shoppers groan their ire.
Shoppers groan their ire
And shuffle against the wind
Looking at the ground
Looking at the ground
I saw on my left big toe
A small ant laughing