A tear drops,
ripples on the floor,
one more falls and
the walls melt away as
I sway back and forth in
the shimmering light
of another beginning
in another day.
To go on is the purpose and
you've been told that before,
another tear drops,
ripples on the floor.
It will end
and you know that
you will
go on
the walls
will
be rebuilt until
the next one
comes along.
If only demister could demystify
and I could see through this struggle
and understand the reasons why.
I shall die a bit and
I shall cry a bit more
tears drop,
ripples on the floor.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
A tear drops,
ripples on the floor,
one more falls and
the walls melt away as
I sway back and forth in
the shimmering light
of another beginning
in another day.
To go on is the purpose and
you've been told that before,
another tear drops,
ripples on the floor.
It will end
and you know that
you will
go on
the walls
will
be rebuilt until
the next one
comes along.
If only demister could demystify
and I could see through this struggle
and understand the reasons why.
I shall die a bit and
I shall cry a bit more
tears drop,
ripples on the floor.
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