| && so, we hear the words we wish to hear.
&& we forget the tales we wish to forget.
because of these horrid memories,
there is no time for you and me.
because of these precious lullabies
there is time left inside.
&& when we these things astray,
&& how we tend to move our way,
life itself becomes rayed with colour -
for the good or for the worse -
like none else described.
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| Strive to be different.
Strive to be against the world.
For if you are different,
Then you're no longer apart of their chain.
For if you are against the world,
Then you no longer have their ways.
Live to be set apart.
Live to set control.
breathe in, breathe out;
still in the same, we'll find ourselves.
though the answer is not clear.
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| I'm afraid.
Not only of that,
But to have it course right through me.
I'm defiant;
Not only in the feeling,
But to embrace it as well.
I'm weak;
Not only in my ability,
But to live in its glory as well.
I'm afraid. |
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| Pressure from undelievered sources
Fill these breakable walls;
What was left unsaid
Now sheds into two,
While life will never do.
What stories that were never told,
All for love's sake
To save the poor's ache.
What truth was not sought,
When all these jewels
Could have helped the fool?
This tongue speaks in riddles,
And in riddles, the truth is hidden.
But there, over the horizion,
The Light Will Shine. |
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| take these frames away.
carry these burdens far.
take them and release them.
so what's left,
that had everywhere but nowhere to go,
can now be still...
it only asks to be still....
so much has changed,
i've lost myself in the transition. |
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