May we question, may we wander
Out illustrious dreams may cause us to blunder
But fear not, do not give in
Even though the night's mistress may lure you with her skin of porcelain
Today, tomorrow might seem bleak
And tomorrow when you look back, you might think of yourself as weak
Volcanoes might erupt under your already tired feet
Leap away with all your might, don't wait for winter to bring along the sleet
Look into my eyes when you speak to me, she said
I fear doing so I say; for a single moment of pleasure, too much blood has already been shed
Speaking the truth you might think you are
Open your eyes, dreaming you were in the back seat of the car
The tin man becomes human once and for all
Only to be thrown into a tin can, "When you press this button, it shoots a very heavy ball."
The seconds pass and yet no light shines
Always in a hurry, you fail to appreciate the wind chimes
In an age where there's a scarcity of surplus and a surplus of scarcity ,
People no longer wander aimlessly around the city
Structure, form and order
Just another question, Why these borders?
Stop. Look. Ponder.
Don't always do, take some time to wonder.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 12:09 PM UTC
May we question, may we wander
Out illustrious dreams may cause us to blunder
But fear not, do not give in
Even though the night's mistress may lure you with her skin of porcelain
Today, tomorrow might seem bleak
And tomorrow when you look back, you might think of yourself as weak
Volcanoes might erupt under your already tired feet
Leap away with all your might, don't wait for winter to bring along the sleet
Look into my eyes when you speak to me, she said
I fear doing so I say; for a single moment of pleasure, too much blood has already been shed
Speaking the truth you might think you are
Open your eyes, dreaming you were in the back seat of the car
The tin man becomes human once and for all
Only to be thrown into a tin can, "When you press this button, it shoots a very heavy ball."
The seconds pass and yet no light shines
Always in a hurry, you fail to appreciate the wind chimes
In an age where there's a scarcity of surplus and a surplus of scarcity ,
People no longer wander aimlessly around the city
Structure, form and order
Just another question, Why these borders?
Stop. Look. Ponder.
Don't always do, take some time to wonder.
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