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August 2, 2006
misstep
gates
F89, A29
destinations
time persists
the sky is thin
lines cut with razors
satellites slide across
are we standing still?
there's no we, just me
invisible hands pulling
taking me to an imaginary world
if all possibilities are open
as I fall endlessly over my pride
a burned out failing ritual
there's no slight against the righteous
I know I must be doing the wrong things
to be sentenced in such a harsh way
judged and left for... not exactly sure
notes are pushing me along into you
who are you exactly? just asking... just
a person can be a completely different person
personas enveloped in tight spaces
a song that's not a song, really
"in august and everything after
I'm after everything..."
grand finale
this must be some kind of dream that never ends
that's why the world has taken a hue of unreality
like I stepped out of an accident just at the right moment
"this is your life, this is what happened while you were away"
I must have been sleeping longer than I thought
because all the people are missing and all world has changed
so many trips that lead to nowhere, then everywhere at once
maybe I'm not saying this the right way, just not the right day
if I held out my hand long enough there would be way to prove
that I really exist at all
Posted by nemov at August 2, 2006 11:54 PM
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