As I write these words
I’m starting to loose interest
Life is good no more
We need new plans to follow
People can’t imagine what’s beneath the ideas
Leaders seeking someone to follow
And for everyone of us
We need a fellow to follow
The confusion happening around
All seem to be hollow
Can you count till dawn’s arrow
Can you believe in your turns?
I really want you
Take my hand and breakthrough
Would you eat the fish out of me?
Would you believe my bones aching?
When the flood stroke the town
They all gathered around
They built a fire and danced
Tweaking the imaginary life
Dreaming the raspberry light
And here comes the holly man
Talking, cursing blindly with words
Freedom scattered in minds
They wiped off all the traces
Can you see how red is my blood?
Blindly I gathered the colors
Do you need this, no thanks!
So I can be ours
Do u see the shades of the fallen shrine?
The fish still alive, it sticks into my mind
I always fear the bones
It just comes into mine
Strikes my throat
That’s why I hated fish for life
Yet I still fear the fins
Through my tedious hours
I frown and heed to the valley
Mountains no more
Blood to blood
And tremendous lust
The pain is gone
The grave is called
Now it’s life beyond life
Gather me down
Cripple to thee
And we all gone
To where we belong
06/August/2007
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