Wheaton, IL A fool is a man who looks at the world but does not see it. He can live in the world with little harm taken or done. A wise man sees the intricacies of the world and mimics them, in a hope that they will place him as the worlds equal. He can cause and tak 8 followers / 987 words
I told somebody that My mind is all I have No private place to go Just thought that they should know All the quiet and the looks I can't have them be mistook I see I saw I say I think of what I may But do not think I am blank Or that I am afraid I do not fear my own thoughts It's yours that give me pause
Tell me something that I don’t often hear Words that make me smile When whispered in my ear For once I’ll wait upon it Of the words I hold so dear
I’ve always been concerned That I would die alone Laying by myself No one to hear my groan And when the hour came I would be left only as flesh and bone
So whisper what you will And spill in me your heart I want to hear those easy words So my life again may start That you’re less afraid of loving me Than being torn apart
I'm sorry to be childish But when you treat me like a child I can't believe you expect All the responsibility of an adult But the obidence of a dog Show where your trust lies That you raised me right Clearly you have doubt in that Have you taught me nothing? Have you learned nothing either? I demand my answers now I am no longer your fledgling child So treat as an adult
I shouldn't say I always Felt the way I did I've never been quite happy Though, I've never been too sad The times and trails passed me I watched the way I always had Until you came right behind me Stole my heart and took my hand
If anyone is lis'ning 'Neath the moon of which we lay I hope they hear the singing Of the dove she chased away For peace my heart may never know I'd rather love my darling Crow And when she dies I'll say it so Our love's too deep, we both must go
So tired and tried Go on, go on The vioce I'm denied Shout on, shout on The knowledge you lied Talk on, talk on On whom I've relied Lean on, lean on I'm afraid I've replied Speak on, speak on My journey revived Go on, go on
The overwhelming pull and flow The doubtful peace we may once know Surf and wave that disrupts the sand Never receding except on command
The foam that's left up on the beach Something the breakers can't seem to reach Pops and bursts all in due time Not truly obstructive nor truly benign
The tides come and leave again and again A cycle continued never with end The beaches will change and water grow warm But the tides, they will forever perform