freefalling down the road to the middle
like tumbleweed
bereft of will
and so now i am here
stuck
like a needle on e
like all men before me.
the middle is here
yet nowhere.
to those in the dark
if you think on it
you are here
with me
stuck on e.
what starts as childhood dreaming
soon turn to naive flights of fancy
yet older every year
as dreams are no longer meant to be shared
and so
and so
and so and so
i turned myself inside
made walls around me
a humble city
in an ancient story
an ancient heart
in a story with an end
oh, rest assured!
stuck on e
free fallin' me
the boy whose walls
are a man
the boy who doesn't speak
so much as explode
the boy who can't hear you
for the blasts
that consume internal peace
in a life
stuck on e
all lifetime long
stuck on e
Sunday, May 30, 2010
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