Saturday, June 16, 2012

What Now?

Now and then I pace my place
I can't retrace how I got here
I cheat the light to check my face
It's slightly harder than last year
And all at once it gets hard to take

It gets hard to fake what I won't be
Cause one of these days I'll be born and raised
And it's such a waste to grow up lonely
I still have dreams, they're not the same
They don't fly as high as they used to
I saw my friend, he's in my head
And he said, "You don't remember me, do you?"
I still got time, I still got faith

I call on both of my brothers
I got a mom, I got a dad
But they do not have each other
So line on up, and take your place

And show your face to the morning
Cause one of these days you'll be born and raised
And it all comes on without warning

Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer. ~ William S. Burroughs

1 comment:

  1. Being beautful is
    being who you are

    Sometimes we focus
    only on the scars

    Still, theres time enough
    to enjoy the stars

    Don't give in
    Don't give up

    Being beautful is
    being who you are!


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