Tonight the thing is nigh
Tonight the thing is nigh
A blur around my sight
Announces a forgotten theme
Some preordained scene
So better not to lay down
With the singers magic words
And rise to those alien worlds
The patio a bit weedy, overthrown
As is this piece of my own.
Stone Fucked reality,
Nemesis,
I have an embroidered thesis
A view of tomorrow
One I cannot care less
A space beyond a guess
Impertinent, void of sorrow
Just the act of pinning
Angels dancing around a Sax
A character as hot wax
Worlds full of meaning
That are also yours
Without marriage or divorce
Lone bed, awakening saying
Hi dear, I love your smell,
Then realize, no one to tell.
Some days it looks hell.
The wheight of such a difference,
These few years of solitude
Exceed the net value of servitude...
Cammon and squeeze me,
But I suspect your teasing
As previous experience
Proeminent proof, a self aloof
So not cats, dogs, lovers or wives,
Got my daughters and sons,
Family may be far
A door always ajar,
While. thuthfully, so many are closed.
Lies are so quiet, like secret betrothed.
When the sun is high,
Every single thing seems right
From dusk to dawn
You feel the destiny's pawn,
No philosophy can rationalize
What you don't want to realize.
You despise that arrow of time,
Seagull lover, cry over my shoulders
Burden with those boulders
I puted, stone by stone, over them
Ergo only one can put them aside,
Even if would be easier with someone
By your brooding, resilient side.
One kiss away from the unknown.
To be free is so scary
Decisions you cannot bare
The crazy train and its fare.
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