All we do is wish and never follow through
just stand in between the point of view
boxed in outside wanting more than there is
if only we knew that we're trapping our grins
Stalled in position without a decision
careless not free inexplanatory
same old ******* story
blame your hold for glory
waiting on a plane that invites the hungry
but runs you down in flames trenching out a circle
digging instead of flying
danger without trying
resurrect in point of doing it all again
Like a ****** without a blast
or the peace of gaining another challenge
the dust just gathers on top of more dust
underneath a dusty shell
within hidden the light....of passion's energy, the muse of creation
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 5:26 PM UTC
All we do is wish and never follow through
just stand in between the point of view
boxed in outside wanting more than there is
if only we knew that we're trapping our grins
Stalled in position without a decision
careless not free inexplanatory
same old ******* story
blame your hold for glory
waiting on a plane that invites the hungry
but runs you down in flames trenching out a circle
digging instead of flying
danger without trying
resurrect in point of doing it all again
Like a ****** without a blast
or the peace of gaining another challenge
the dust just gathers on top of more dust
underneath a dusty shell
within hidden the light....of passion's energy, the muse of creation
FadedFate
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