Is life ever real?
This hope and longing;this pain?
All a dream with you.
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Is life ever real?
This hope and longing;this pain?
All a dream with you.
All a dream with you,
Maybe all shall become great,
The passion is love.
The passion is love,
Many will pretend gloating;
Only, we will know.
Only, we will know
There will be no surprise, just
Stark experience
Stark experience
white snow creaks under the ski
sweat falls from my brows
Sweat falls from my brows
I labour to make you laugh
You smile with me
You smile with me,
All worries are forgotten;
This is a new day.
This is a new day
a newly ironed shirt
on the clothes hanger
(clothes is one syllable, since the e is silent, right? -otherwise just skip the "the")
On the clothes hanger
Lots of strange shells suspended
All bodiless skins
All bodiless skins
Solemnly waiting to find
Life in soulless bodies.
Life in soulless bodies,
All shall be unforgiven,
Why were they brought back?
Why were they brought back?
The photos, thrown in the sea
are swept to the shore.
( Ok, small memory for this one. A photographer in Italy- I canīt remember her name - tried to throw some of her photos away in the sea. Gruesome pictures of people killed by the mafia. She has been taking pictures of the effects of mafia affairs in her hometown for decades. Now she was trying to arrange a photo shoot where the pictures were supposed to be washed away by the waves. But they kept coming back, covered in mud and seaweed, right by her feet. She looked at them and said - why are they coming back? )
The photos, thrown in the sea
are swept to the shore.
The shore, forever reseeds, our lives
Our loves, our goals
Our loves and our goals,
Promises of yesterday,
Ashes of today.
Ashes of today
Sackcloth of backdated worth
Hairshirt awaits you.