There was no hunger, no want, no desire
it was said that life is passion, you aren’t alive unless your insides burn with fire
Words were exchanged in full and without thoughts, second
Even when bonds were broken, within mere minutes would they mend
There comes a time when you realise that tomorrow isn’t much of mystery
don’t think things repeat? How about a lesson in history
Wise words have always passed on through the ages
wiser words yet, have perished with their sages
It is said that beauty is skin deep but ugly goes to the bone
funny, how none but them are drawn to the throne
Time was abundant and myths were told of change, spare
of our short, pathetic existence it seems we weren’t fully aware
Here we are atop a richly laden tree
one look towards the earth and you see skeletons, anything but free
The doors that used to be once open wide
now are walls with letterboxes, through which only bills and cheques now slide
Choice was an idea that truly held weight
not just a nuisance while picking a restaurant for a date
Nothing’s farther than the truth from itself
stories we shall write, into the depths of our own lies shall we delve.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
There was no hunger, no want, no desire
it was said that life is passion, you aren’t alive unless your insides burn with fire
Words were exchanged in full and without thoughts, second
Even when bonds were broken, within mere minutes would they mend
There comes a time when you realise that tomorrow isn’t much of mystery
don’t think things repeat? How about a lesson in history
Wise words have always passed on through the ages
wiser words yet, have perished with their sages
It is said that beauty is skin deep but ugly goes to the bone
funny, how none but them are drawn to the throne
Time was abundant and myths were told of change, spare
of our short, pathetic existence it seems we weren’t fully aware
Here we are atop a richly laden tree
one look towards the earth and you see skeletons, anything but free
The doors that used to be once open wide
now are walls with letterboxes, through which only bills and cheques now slide
Choice was an idea that truly held weight
not just a nuisance while picking a restaurant for a date
Nothing’s farther than the truth from itself
stories we shall write, into the depths of our own lies shall we delve.
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