To be where the sun rises.
recently
i lost control
i lost hope
i lost everything
this will be cryptic to many
confusing to a few
strange to some but entirely normal
to but one
it's raining outside
but it's not a literal rain
it's cold and windy inside
but it's not a literal pain
i watched,
the tv blinked
the telephone stared
that Friendly, United, Caring and Kind roach just strolled past me
there are pictures everywhere
there are books everywhere
everywhere
i see a tale
a story
and in each story, in each tale,
i see people
sadness
joy
laughter
happiness
jubilation
lives
lives
life
i see - no - i saw
a family
a big one at that
it was everywhere
it was everything
and then
the lines blurred
the light fell bright
bright
wince - it was painfully bright
and then
it all became dark
no more books
no more pictures
no more family
no more laughs
no nothing
in a distant corner
i hear
it's still going on
it's still there
faint
weak
but alive
it will live
it will move on
it will go on
the pulse still breathes
butlike nothing more
than an observer
like a cloud
of gloom
i feel
like a harbingera symbol
of
of
tick
tick
tick
oh but there's no time- there never is, is there?
it's still cold
it's still windy
it still hurts
it still pains
and
i can't stay
to see the confusion
the spreading chaos
the confusion
the spreading chaos
the confusion
dolor
so i take my leave
quietly
silently
tiptoe my way out
to find
another way
another place
another time
through the little back door.
it's pouring
water everywhere
it rains
love lifted?
nei,
love gone
brilliantly written. not me. but by the one who perhaps inspired me to set this place up. palpably i will never be able to his standards. still, at this present time and moment, it is truly heartfelt.
i sit and wait
does an angel contemplate my fate?
and do they know the places where we go
when we're grey and old?
moz is very tired.
its a tiredness i've not seemed to have known before.
after a much contemplation
i've realized i've split myself into 2.
of course there's this guy, moz.
now he's insane
really insane
aggressive
lots of thoughts on his mind
lots of things to say
often gets himself into trouble
relentlessly pushes himself
willingly sacrifices things for certain entities
this guy
and his passion
his fuel
is so strong
so fiery
so... insatiable
that nothing
nothing
could keep him away from what he loves most.
well that's one half
then there's the other half
if the debater had logic
then this one has more soul
this one is called amoz
ah yes
you've heard of him before, haven't you?
well
not many know this guy
not even me
and this mozzie fella
now he's really tired
years have gone by
and he's weathered storms
gales
tempests
life-draining experiences
from the pandora's box within
and the crisis without
he's tiredof losing friends
of losing
of losing
of losing himself
so tired
ah
no one knows
he's envious, in a way
of the family he saw
their communal presence
their warmth
their mutual admiration and respect
their love
all strangely lacking
absent
void
in his own home
and then
there's his achilles heel
his soft spot
is slowly beginning to reveal
two halves
one me
one decision
and a long road to go and when the love is dead
i'm loving angels instead
sigh.
it is the Olvls.
i secretly miss them.
it was
a very good time.
it was in fact
my excuse.
a legititmate one
but i wasnt doing it for that legitimate reason.
i had vested interest.
my perplexing quandary.
many fanthom
but few understand.
its a 'T' junction that i'm facing.
both of which seem mutually exclusive.
i wish
i wish
i wish with all my might
that i could set things right
but i cant.
once again, i find myself in conflict with what i want to do against what i shld do.
all i can say is
a friend that he can call his own.
hype
impulse
emotion
i'll have none of it.
i'm leaving on a jet plane
dont think i'll be back again
oh i cant wait to go.
if only i could go back.
recently
i lost control
i lost hope
i lost everything
this will be cryptic to many
confusing to a few
strange to some but entirely normal
to but one
it's raining outside
but it's not a literal rain
it's cold and windy inside
but it's not a literal pain
i watched,
the tv blinked
the telephone stared
that Friendly, United, Caring and Kind roach just strolled past me
there are pictures everywhere
there are books everywhere
everywhere
i see a tale
a story
and in each story, in each tale,
i see people
sadness
joy
laughter
happiness
jubilation
lives
lives
life
i see - no - i saw
a family
a big one at that
it was everywhere
it was everything
and then
the lines blurred
the light fell bright
bright
wince - it was painfully bright
and then
it all became dark
no more books
no more pictures
no more family
no more laughs
no nothing
in a distant corner
i hear
it's still going on
it's still there
faint
weak
but alive
it will live
it will move on
it will go on
the pulse still breathes
butlike nothing more
than an observer
like a cloud
of gloom
i feel
like a harbingera symbol
of
of
tick
tick
tick
oh but there's no time- there never is, is there?
it's still cold
it's still windy
it still hurts
it still pains
and
i can't stay
to see the confusion
the spreading chaos
the confusion
the spreading chaos
the confusion
dolor
so i take my leave
quietly
silently
tiptoe my way out
to find
another way
another place
another time
through the little back door.
it's pouring
water everywhere
it rains
love lifted?
nei,
love gone
brilliantly written. not me. but by the one who perhaps inspired me to set this place up. palpably i will never be able to his standards. still, at this present time and moment, it is truly heartfelt.
i sit and wait
does an angel contemplate my fate?
and do they know the places where we go
when we're grey and old?
moz is very tired.
its a tiredness i've not seemed to have known before.
after a much contemplation
i've realized i've split myself into 2.
of course there's this guy, moz.
now he's insane
really insane
aggressive
lots of thoughts on his mind
lots of things to say
often gets himself into trouble
relentlessly pushes himself
willingly sacrifices things for certain entities
this guy
and his passion
his fuel
is so strong
so fiery
so... insatiable
that nothing
nothing
could keep him away from what he loves most.
well that's one half
then there's the other half
if the debater had logic
then this one has more soul
this one is called amoz
ah yes
you've heard of him before, haven't you?
well
not many know this guy
not even me
and this mozzie fella
now he's really tired
years have gone by
and he's weathered storms
gales
tempests
life-draining experiences
from the pandora's box within
and the crisis without
he's tiredof losing friends
of losing
of losing
of losing himself
so tired
ah
no one knows
he's envious, in a way
of the family he saw
their communal presence
their warmth
their mutual admiration and respect
their love
all strangely lacking
absent
void
in his own home
and then
there's his achilles heel
his soft spot
is slowly beginning to reveal
two halves
one me
one decision
and a long road to go and when the love is dead
i'm loving angels instead
sigh.
it is the Olvls.
i secretly miss them.
it was
a very good time.
it was in fact
my excuse.
a legititmate one
but i wasnt doing it for that legitimate reason.
i had vested interest.
my perplexing quandary.
many fanthom
but few understand.
its a 'T' junction that i'm facing.
both of which seem mutually exclusive.
i wish
i wish
i wish with all my might
that i could set things right
but i cant.
once again, i find myself in conflict with what i want to do against what i shld do.
all i can say is
a friend that he can call his own.
hype
impulse
emotion
i'll have none of it.
i'm leaving on a jet plane
dont think i'll be back again
oh i cant wait to go.
if only i could go back.