Wash away atrophy stained walls with numbers
Seconds collide into days we wish to keep
Feast on yesterdays sorrow to create obscurity
and wait for the twilight to fall asleep.
To me the days have already melted together
creating a world where the sun rises as it pleases
and the moon doesn't know left from right
Clocks grafting numbers to retain its identity
Although you see the days as everlasting and continuous
The lines between the hours have disappeared
Promises made will escape me as they have eluded you
so i'll walk the path I'll make in the wind
I can't see the road we've made as the new year fades
for a new year never forms and the old year will never see a proper burial
Trees passed in a blur, pumpkins aborted
Hearts have torn and birds have been contorted
I don't see through your eyes
so i'll walk my path uninterrupted
i'll take a cruise to everywhere
but you stay on that bullet train to nowhere.
And we'll all be happy
Monday, January 12, 2009
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