The town is flashing it’s colours
Bright prisms of lights
Windows open and lively leaves
Shut the door, close your eyes.
So much beauty,
and so many things to do
maybe one day we’ll meet again
At an empty railway station
The cannibalistic metropolis
Seeking ways to make words
Untrue, unspoken, wanted and alive.
Eat the fear of the writer
Give me a warm hand,
So I can touch the soluble skies
Take me away from the spotlight
Make sure I can withstand
The town is missing
It’s soft colours
And I’m missing
The wholeness through words
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 3:50 PM UTC
The town is flashing it’s colours
Bright prisms of lights
Windows open and lively leaves
Shut the door, close your eyes.
So much beauty,
and so many things to do
maybe one day we’ll meet again
At an empty railway station
The cannibalistic metropolis
Seeking ways to make words
Untrue, unspoken, wanted and alive.
Eat the fear of the writer
Give me a warm hand,
So I can touch the soluble skies
Take me away from the spotlight
Make sure I can withstand
The town is missing
It’s soft colours
And I’m missing
The wholeness through words