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I am bound again, just as they said I was
It's clear and beautiful blue hue becomes forever cloudy
A bird's chirps become distorted by the rain and thunder's cries

I walk alone the path of the river
Alone accompanied by my footprints only
Till the crow comes to bring yet another question
This I can't ignore, for the world will shiver

And the steam shall arise from my next decision
and the never's and forever's again will pour the air
I hope to hold on to whatever is left
The sun can tell another day, to become my true vision

I found a girl, and saw her perspective
Silent, yet surprisingly reflective
They claimed she was away, entirely defective

But I knew otherwise just from the look in her eyes
I saw through the silent, and closed off disguise

And from there, I saw the immediate connection
Completely dissected, but still searches for true affection

Her warm, yet crooked emotion
A calmed, yet broken devotion

Silent, but struggling for her sound
and yet, still not a face found

Her skin torn, gone and rotten.
Her mouth stolen, words lost, ignored and forgotten.

She was exposed to all of the morbid things
Corrupted lies, and uneven broken wings

All she wanted to know if happiness was true
This is what I saw, this was the girl I knew

And she left sudden, without a word,
Her existence she seen was too blurred

Before I could realize, she was gone and done
Did you ever wonder what life can become?

All she wanted to know if happiness was true
This is what I saw, this was the girl I knew..

I walk endless an road

locked into a heavy load

Of these questions and fears

Gripping from it's unreasonable tears

As a car roars by

I look dead into it's light

Wondering where it leads

But just like that it's gone

just like another day

As I wake up to the sun's harsh light

I try not to look back

As I attempt to fill this crack

Of this hurt and wonder

Unstoppable, a storm of rain and thunder

As a car roars by

I look dead into it's light

Wondering where it leads

But just like that it's gone

just like another night

As I stay up to the moon's hypnotic might

I have an unknown friend, who lives in the sky

Why I question him, I do not know why

I should not go to look for him, they say

But I know he'll want to look for me someday

I wonder, I ponder, even as I sleep

I dare not awake, for I have gone too deep

But again, the sun calls to another abrupt wake

Alone again, to find an answer for my sake

I take another step foward, for this I will fight

Forever wrapped in this question, how it echoes through the burning light

Bound by the cities

Bound by another one's pity's

Expect a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen

And I'll take you as walking money

I see you as a pretty big funny

We and I, all have found our place

And you my dear, have barely found a face

Bound to me, and to my briefcase

I'll lend you a smile, but you're a secret disgrace

Find the comfort in another's eyes

But in reality, another girl will have them hooked on their clever disguise

Find a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen

Stuck in a rut

With no qualities, not knowing what

Who are you and what are you in this city?

Gone and withdrawn, alone and all shitty?

Expect a place to see

Or expect us to be mean

For you are bound

What goes around, comes around

You are stuck here, forever with me

With no voice, or founding plea

For you are bound

My slave, to paint my sacred ground

it was a sencless morning

with grass green

the cherries red,

the path i wish to take

forward not back

i walk the road alone

i find nothing to see

nothing to hear

birds churping.. no ?

the forrest is dieing

the life is fading away

from the abuse it once took

the leaves wither to grey

and the trunk turns weak.

they tumble over one by one.
one person is all it needs to bring back the life in it
one person .. can only make thy differnce

When life is an up-hill battle
think about the down hill slopes
good things can come and unravel
while you dance on the churches of popes

Thinking is the mind‘s trickster
taking you to an unknown place
understanding and trying to fix her
is no good when she‘s got a pretty face

Finding the friends that you need
is faster than building your own
going around with mind full of greed
please let your mind to the roam

Drops of peace
handful of sadness
teaspoon of regret
and a bunch load of feelings
can make a pretty great place

Getting to know someone takes some time
finding somebody to love
as a poem i guess this should rhyme
but nothing should rhyme with love