you find yourself
you cant push play
you cant rewind
you are on your screen
you look so small
the socket in thewall
awkwardlyfumbleintorealtiy, and a seemingly cursed town turns to gold.
Turning, turning light dances like a spark on the dirty air.
Dawn breaks like a sheet of glass over the sharp horizon, whilst birds sing about care without care.
My, my, my, its a beautiful world, when you go out beyond the windows in your wall, when the night falls go and hear...
An innocuos percussion of hearts beating, as they stare into the stars, reverberating through the empty city streets.
Go swimming in the sea, get a hold on the waves and be carried awayandaway.
Wave goodbye to the proverbial shoreline, and laugh that they do not understand why you do not fight the tide...
Now you have no past, and infinate futures.
You have a burden not to bear, and a worry not to care.
You got the only sweetest thing in the world.
when you find yourself
you're not quite sure where you are
it hits you
you are right
from you lips
A busted and two-timed frayed door, worn from years of use, hung precariously on rusted hinges, creaking if you closed it to leisurely – slamming shut if you applied too much force…
These people here glow, with the quintessence of hope; and they traverse on their bikes, to the quarry with the boat. The chains click clack and the gears chu-chink, and they go through the traffic...
Dead? No I am not dead; I am breathing see? There, right there, the steady rise and fall of my chest it speaks wonders of my consciousness does it not? Does a person’s mind have to have nerve ends ...