Contemplating the Nothingness of Life

On the tip of my tongue, an offensive is poised and rearing... My intention, a bullet, my body, a trigger finger... my pen is a pistola!

Friday, March 31, 2006

PLACED AND MEASURED

Barely figured out why
Love is a constellation
Connect the points
Shadows are gaps of compromise

When left to imagination
Everything is perfect
I am here as you are
Though real numbers will never lie

Try to understand it’s not you its me I've some problems keeping up with thoughts that come from my chest, It’s better sometimes not to hear them but you see, seeing you makes me think twice

Highly unintentioned
Lacking all the planning
I came here with nothing
And yet I’m leaving with even less

So where am I to stand now?
Fearing misdirection
Drew a line between
I find myself on the other side

Try to see that it’s not me, Its this heart that’s calling, If I had my way I’d forget your name and sail away, And save myself from this pain that’s sure to stay.

Chasing what I’m dreaming
Checking all the angles
Fool run through
Knowing there is no way I could win

Knowing what you’re doing
I’m learning my place
Tripped on my own lace
Now Im standing up battered and bruised

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