Thursday, May 13, 2010

in the clouds..

Innovative thoughts
A pondering pioneer
My hands touch time
Words crsytal clear
Feelings don't count
I can't keep track
Everything I attain
Is everything she lacks

In a no nonsense zone
No sense in feeling
It only leaves you broken
And I have no time for healing
Peace, what is it?
I'm in a room filled with disaster
Can't slow down, ever
I only get faster

I'm in between the in between
That being heaven and hell
All the hurt the world causes
And yet I still wish it well
I could rise or I could fall
But I'd much rather fly in the clouds
And when its all said and done
I hope I made you proud


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