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I endlessly fill my free time with activities and commitments to distract me from myself and what i'm missing in my life
am i credible to myself?
am i who I really think I am
have i still more to show myself
and others?
am i that image in my head that i thought would never be
floating over rough waves through the dark see
looking for the perfect state to be
are all good things in life really free?
Que qieres?
Pregunto el camarero
yo lo vi con mis ojos mojados
el reflejo de un sol bajando en los rincones
olvide, por el momento, lo que estaba haciendo alli
solo, en un cafe, mirando el despide del dia
geometric juice coliding
the sound blares in the back of the dance hall
half full
strobe lights pounding off the hard stone walls
through the brief flashes certain sights are exposed
hair in mid flight
skin
teeth
hands
souls
they waited in line all morning it seemed
they got there early, before the early morning sun gleamed
they sat on the sidewalk in warm and in cold
hand in hand, the fingers they hold
they waited for food outside on the walk
where someone had scribbled some boxes with chalk
he rushed through the jungle
not a thought in his head
except the primeval fear
for the pain which he dread
the hunters were behind
their guns were booming
through the twisted vines
his feet were moving
running through the field
the sun shines off the wheat in golden rays
your hair brown and flowing like the rows
of rich yellow and orange
your feet and toes cringling against the harsh ground
I catch up to you and we fall back
a harder landing than we thought
but together in the sun
are we destined to a life subjected by our conscience
that struggles with finding meaning in everything we do
to the point where the only way to escape temporarily is to inhibit it
or else face a life of eternal struggle
maybe i'll log in
and write a short romantic little poem
to satisfy those at home reading
you know, something that will strike deep in your heart
at least for a few seconds
and maybe make you think about your own life
and think "Oh that sounds like me"
or maybe you wish it was you
or maybe its not you at all
just like a one winged dove
the song plays in the background
the car radio turned on low
one of those classic rock station you dad listens to
but you dont hear it
you cant hear anything other than
your own heartbeat as you lean forward
until flesh touches flesh
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