~~~~There is turmoil in the turning,
Breakage in the bend,
Talks of new beginnings,
Whispers of the end.
*Screams of silence so deafening,
Lips that move without a sound.
Never knowing what's happening,
Feeling lost, fighting to be found.*
Something on the surface,
That begs for something more.
The meaning in the purpose,
The dangle of the lure.
*The escaping thoughts of mind,
Lost to the strong willed
Caught up in the social grind,
The way of life was once killed.*
*Oh!, and ain't it a shame?
Staying still, while life races by
Losing this grandest of games
Barely floating, while everyone else can fly...*
That's where some will find themselves,
Arms down by their side.
Standing here if nowhere else,
This, their lot in life.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
~~~~There is turmoil in the turning,
Breakage in the bend,
Talks of new beginnings,
Whispers of the end.
*Screams of silence so deafening,
Lips that move without a sound.
Never knowing what's happening,
Feeling lost, fighting to be found.*
Something on the surface,
That begs for something more.
The meaning in the purpose,
The dangle of the lure.
*The escaping thoughts of mind,
Lost to the strong willed
Caught up in the social grind,
The way of life was once killed.*
*Oh!, and ain't it a shame?
Staying still, while life races by
Losing this grandest of games
Barely floating, while everyone else can fly...*
That's where some will find themselves,
Arms down by their side.
Standing here if nowhere else,
This, their lot in life.
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