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Living To See The Light
It's four decades into eleven and i'm struggling,
I can't tell if i'm tired or hungry for a few more songs
Then the tapping of the sky revives me; forcing me to break focus
But i'm a confidant for the rain and always open,
So I don't mind.
The stars must sometimes earth gaze,
Watching us, -- me --
Breaking down my feelings into mathematics;
Hoping to find a reason behind it all…
But i never do
Then some nights I live to see the light;
Busying myself for hours on end
Until I hear the birds tweeting, cars starting
And my mind telling me that I feel dirty;
"I should be sleeping"
But with all of the diverse worries in the world
Why would my sleeping schedule matter?
People fly, glide, drift through their days;
I've seen it before and i'd like to be a part of it
Doing what I love, forcing the faceless to listen;
To take heed of my words and use them
So for that, i'll try.
Either way, these notes will remain a poignant reminder
Of fulfilled or lost, teenage dreams.
great one:)
great one:)
...forcing the faceless to
...forcing the faceless to listen...Lines like these are heavy with florished style, the question: who are the faceless? emerges and I kept seeing myself - one of those who wishes to always save face. This poem is wicked! - Lady A