Life is full of perfect metaphors
And irony hidden in secret ways
Carefully caressing things
In secret or on silver trays
It's in all those unplanned moments
When we cease to think
And in the thoughtful gestures too That let the emotions sink
It's in the way we curl up in bed
With a book in the bright of day
The way a torn feather falls, oh so slowly away.
It's in the way we shrink in terror from the darks evil face
Yet refuse to sleep until wrapped up by its safe embrace
It's in the way we see the world
Yet refuse to open our eyes
Only staring at the ground
Yet seeing only skies
And that's what makes our planet such a magical place,
where emotions of love and fear carefully match pace.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
Life is full of perfect metaphors
And irony hidden in secret ways
Carefully caressing things
In secret or on silver trays
It's in all those unplanned moments
When we cease to think
And in the thoughtful gestures too That let the emotions sink
It's in the way we curl up in bed
With a book in the bright of day
The way a torn feather falls, oh so slowly away.
It's in the way we shrink in terror from the darks evil face
Yet refuse to sleep until wrapped up by its safe embrace
It's in the way we see the world
Yet refuse to open our eyes
Only staring at the ground
Yet seeing only skies
And that's what makes our planet such a magical place,
where emotions of love and fear carefully match pace.
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