We are the apprentice's of life
The owner of the sins
The fog hides the truth
Our path seems to blurry
But the ego creates the light

We have been fooled
Fooled
With the thoughts that us believed
Break through the brains, its pain
Yet.. we were enjoying it

We are just afraid
By the concept of the dark
The more we stay
The more it eats us

I leave empty spaces of crowded stillness
In hopes that past promises can sew themselves
into the embroidered stitches
of your wise words
And you speak to me, unbound
A heavy heart in your hand
And I carry it, quietly, searching for its rhythm

It's 7:27am
and I still haven't slept
it's probably for the best
even when I sleep I get no rest
I wake up in sweat and out of breath
if sleep was really the cousin of death
I'd be inclined to get more of it
wakefulness is stress but sleep
sleep is something else
sleep is torture for the depressed
sleep is something you tell yourself you need
when your world comes crashing down
when you see no need to get dressed
sleep is what you fall in to
when there's no more stimulation
no more coffee, no more elation
something you do post ******
usually from *******
if you could see my dreams
you'd think of Stephen King's
The Shawshank Redemption
except without redemption
just the seeping hateful retention

I am lulled to sleep by my heart's beat
I awake to a rhythm in my mind
The same rhythm I have been seeking
My soul, a rare drummer
Pounding out a cadence
A call to find that familiar rhythm
One heart beating in tempo with my own
Two drummers - one song
A simple march, a soulmate's march

Music the folder
and holder of sound

Rhythm the binder
that winds it around

Lyrics are papers
where meaning is found

what is there to life but
pleasure

like smoke sweet and thick
in my lungs,
fruitful wine that graces my tongue and
twirls my mind, laughter
and friendship that fill my evenings
and apartment,
dancing without a care to ryhthms and lovers
with soft lips and solid bodies

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