There's a neglected soul in this picture
Someone who lost control
In a world of stricture
Trapped in seemingly endless stagnation
Yet I've found a figment recently
Of my lost imagination
Like the old woman gazing through a window on the wall
I'm framed
Like the motionless meadow
I'm framed
Lock me up this time now for good
If coloring empty pages is a crime
And freedom is overlooked
Shades and shadows not to confuse
Hence I'm creating a new skyline
Always waiting for a muse
Like the frozen waves at sea on the wall
I'm framed
Like the calm bovine grazing in the pasture
I'm framed
Like a rigid silhouette on the wall
I'm missing it all
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
There's a neglected soul in this picture
Someone who lost control
In a world of stricture
Trapped in seemingly endless stagnation
Yet I've found a figment recently
Of my lost imagination
Like the old woman gazing through a window on the wall
I'm framed
Like the motionless meadow
I'm framed
Lock me up this time now for good
If coloring empty pages is a crime
And freedom is overlooked
Shades and shadows not to confuse
Hence I'm creating a new skyline
Always waiting for a muse
Like the frozen waves at sea on the wall
I'm framed
Like the calm bovine grazing in the pasture
I'm framed
Like a rigid silhouette on the wall
I'm missing it all
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