The day begin as all the rest
and ended just the same.
to be born-
a shame a costume
So I woke this morning, the glory of the morning sun ,
greeted me as if it greets everyone…
last night’s fight
you go to bed as if nothing’s wrong
and wake as if anything is right.
How could you!?
How do I?
we search for truth
yet live in a lie?
come and go
marking signs across your chest
warding off the evil eye.
Talk about things no one wants to hear, you do alot of talking to yourself…
And talking to yourself, yourself does all the talking and no one is there to listen-
soo you talk and listen
and at the same tyme
imprint feelings of imagery
put in the storage of your mind.
none that I find
I get lost sidetracked and fall behind…
and then I come here-this place I have previously been…
I lose the door shut close behind me
and do not know which one I came in…
I look at my feet-for brought me they must
these shoes are borrowed, and Im horrified
They are covered with dust.
Clean up the shoes-give em a shine
And I tell those shoes a story or two
as I give them a piece of my mind.
so off with the dust-polish till they shine
and Ill walk a story in these shoes
and youll read the story with mine
The day begin as all the rest,
hurriedly I put on my voted best
and vowed someday soon to wear the rest…
But if it ended just the same - I must have failed the test…or lost the shoe-tis true I started off with two, but someone talking to them self-is one not talking to...
could I have done this myself, when all along I was talking to you?
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