no sense of space
no sense of time
no will to run
no will to rhyme
no fire left
to burn your mind
just a silent wait
until you find
the urge to stare
into the sky
to leave behind
and never ask why
but once you're there
what then
you ask yourself
what happens when
the time is right
but right feels wrong
when there is no poetry
in this song
when there is no more
of you left in me
how am i to
set you free?
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quite different from my usual work well what can i say? mornings do this to me. they also make me lose the will to punctuate.
2 comments:
You have a great eye for great compositions! Awesome :)
Sigh this was a good morning. Train of thought.
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