Things that you do
Things that you don't
Things you want to do
Things that you don't
Its all mixed up
Its all scattered
Extreme variety, very extreme
Sense of consciousness, dazed
The feeling of flying,
The feeling of dying
The feeling of being there
The feeling of being alone
Its still mixed up
Its still scattered
The cold winds on the top of the hill
Where you received happiness and a strange zeal
Idyllic environment, shouting souls
freaking cold, freezing to death
Flying dragons, breathing fire
Right behind you
Burning cloth, burning skin
its all a dream to scare.
Moving in circles,
boomerang hits you
you remember your deeds
somethings new
-kd
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment