in the midst of real life we scream our most desperate
dreams and passions on white screens
with pens as instruments our symbolisms
remain and you and I
look for rhythm within
or ups and downs
and you and I
are lost between the dark and the mornings
like ships not knowing
where there is any port like the white between
innocent lines
of life
is meant
fact
without an audience
we listen.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
in the midst of real life we scream our most desperate
dreams and passions on white screens
with pens as instruments our symbolisms
remain and you and I
look for rhythm within
or ups and downs
and you and I
are lost between the dark and the mornings
like ships not knowing
where there is any port like the white between
innocent lines
of life
is meant
fact
without an audience
we listen.
