Imagine a world with plenty of air
Which doesn't care less
That your lungs strive with pain.
Imagine a world filled with sunrise
Which doesn't care less
That your eyes cry senseless.
Imagine this kind of water
Which doesn't bring mildness
To your dry, dusted lips.
Imagine the world I imagine...
Sights painted with unknown,
Words in brackets tortured and thrown,
Twisted sounds in mirrorr unfolded,
Lies in black bags, stories untold
Thoughts like salted sands, fears unhold.
There are many the things I see
In the "too many things I can't see".
I imagine too much, too many at a time -
Then reality falls in a deep distress.
Imagine a world with air, water and sunrise
Or create our own universe
Which doesn't care less.
Sep 10, 2011
Sep 10, 2011 at 6:49 PM UTC
Imagine a world with plenty of air
Which doesn't care less
That your lungs strive with pain.
Imagine a world filled with sunrise
Which doesn't care less
That your eyes cry senseless.
Imagine this kind of water
Which doesn't bring mildness
To your dry, dusted lips.
Imagine the world I imagine...
Sights painted with unknown,
Words in brackets tortured and thrown,
Twisted sounds in mirrorr unfolded,
Lies in black bags, stories untold
Thoughts like salted sands, fears unhold.
There are many the things I see
In the "too many things I can't see".
I imagine too much, too many at a time -
Then reality falls in a deep distress.
Imagine a world with air, water and sunrise
Or create our own universe
Which doesn't care less.
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