Saturday, 08 November 2008

• Nameless

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  Music reels in my ears at most times

  Sadness wheels its way into my eyes

  The tears seem to be held back

  By an unknown force that still drives me

   

  The darkness of every dimly lit street

  The dirt filled gloomy passages

  The hollowness of the night

  Poison me slowly as I wander about taking it all in

   

  Shining beacons of hope glide away

  Even before I catch a glimpse they’re gone astray

  Trapped in a worm hole I’m dying to get out of

  To reach out and hold on to anything

   

  Wisdom comes with age, they say

  I feel I’m moving backwards in time

  Every action becomes a negation

  Every smile is filled with the fear of cynicism

   

  Joy eludes me, sadness concludes me

  I’m in a room full of people

  Some faces I recognize, some are unknown

  Still, loneliness is my only best friend

   

  Its time to walk away

  When your gaze filled eyes

  Can no longer look straight

  Its time to go home its time to go home

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