everyone rushes ahead and about, but im here to stay for the day and the year. and you may stop and stare thinking i go nowhere. but here in fact, i've been places and touch many faces; strangers and acquaintances alike. so many tales i've been told, so many stories i have journeyed. so many realities i have confirmed.
and in the end, i am back to my solitude. the gratifying space speaks more than soothing voices and foreign fingers. the picture clearer from the plateau where i am laying. the world need not know reasons. they will have to do away with a smile and a nudge in the opposite directions.
and wait for the winter to pass behind their backs before tasting me again.. just like old times.
that i want but i dont want. i myself am taking a turn and a curve and a twist at my very own mind. crazy i know. foolish maybe, but i am still okay. this retarded piece of brain is a bit detached from emotions, 'cept when it needs to eat and lash about people.
i dont mind. less facial muscle at wreck and less explanations to make (=
and in the end, i am back to my solitude. the gratifying space speaks more than soothing voices and foreign fingers. the picture clearer from the plateau where i am laying. the world need not know reasons. they will have to do away with a smile and a nudge in the opposite directions.
and wait for the winter to pass behind their backs before tasting me again.. just like old times.
that i want but i dont want. i myself am taking a turn and a curve and a twist at my very own mind. crazy i know. foolish maybe, but i am still okay. this retarded piece of brain is a bit detached from emotions, 'cept when it needs to eat and lash about people.
i dont mind. less facial muscle at wreck and less explanations to make (=
like lies on a silver platter
i am feist in my marble bowl
blatant like the unblinking stares
silent in the wordless screams
shielded by the void and the sounds of gramophone
i am waiting to hear you song
and laugh your laugh.
dream your smiles
and breathe your scent.
still, at the end of hopes, you're another them.
i am feist in my marble bowl
blatant like the unblinking stares
silent in the wordless screams
shielded by the void and the sounds of gramophone
i am waiting to hear you song
and laugh your laugh.
dream your smiles
and breathe your scent.
still, at the end of hopes, you're another them.
P.S : water horse's dialogue are so cliche-ish and cheesy. audience beware. laughter come only when crusoe (that thingy) goes 'ahhhhhhhhhh' oh-so-funnily. *grins*
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