Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Numerous Minds Are Sometimes Poison.

I wouldn’t be singing late night songs to you anymore,
But I gave you a piece of what I think before,
Figure,
Figure,
Figure,
If I can draw out my thoughts, I would show you,
My feelings are the same as any songs; it’s always thinking.

Wonder around the field, thinking if it was real,
Wonder if everything is as promised,
Wonder if every thought would go to God,
Surely it will, but it takes time and, an open heart.
One day I would go to the sky and blow the angels,
They betray me for not being there at times like these,
Also the stars and the moon, they ran away; they hate sadness,
I went away; check the clock, it stopped ticking; dead.

My boy, you got to keep it chilling or it’ll blow,
Like the bomb,
Like the bomb,
It’s dangerous.
Explosions of unusual feelings; sometimes I feel cold.
This is where my medulla oblongata starts to hallucinate,
With dreams you’ve buried under my thoughtful mind,
I was thinking,
What if one day...
Bullshit, why must it be "what if"?
Why can’t it be just "one day I’ll take your hand and walk with you"?

I live in a field full of lies with teary eyes; wondering in my own lies,
I can lie just about to anything; even to my won feelings,
Yes, well lie
All of us hurt others before,
All of us, we do bad things,
The Americans, they thought us to live in their lifestyle,
The French, thought us how to wonderful love is; yes they are good,
Well, we live in a world not in our own, but in other people’s dreams and words,
We live in wide open land, created by other people’s desire,

Where are your own lands?
Where are your own thoughts?
Where are your own words?
Where?
Where are your fucking feelings?
Where is your fucking heart?

I ask my self,
Where do I stand now?

All I see is the sky I have and the lights lighting up my nights,
And there you stand, like a statue of liberty, tall and strong.

I know, I’ve grown weaker and not knowing of where to go and what I want.
I gather numerous thoughts from people, and got screwed by some of them.


note to self:you can't keep on going like this, its fuckingfivethirty.

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