I'm writing this pome from in-
side out, to give me conflicting
words to shout about. We all
need love and life to labour, these
words have become my only saviour.
Why do i try to rhyme with time when
time goes against my grain under grey skies
and rain on rain. How can i follow great men
when life doesn't follow me. i'll go my own
way that i know to the sea, my way.
I dont want to fall in line, to go over the top
I want to stop look and cry when humanity
touches me. I want to dune my own shore
and go back out to sea, I want to touch
the colour blue to feel it swim in me.
THE SAME
The clouds are really moving today
Drifting right out of the blue.
Drifting right out of the blue.
Time is moving on away from me
Today is just like any other but
Today is just like any other but
I can feel it drifting by, every-Thing seems to be the same
But different?
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