Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
No concept of time
More time that
Drips and droops away
My life as I stand by
And dream of a higher
Standard of living.
I am fire like a sunset,
My days folding into the next
While I count the seconds
It takes for the tears to dry.
I could turn it all back with thought,
Sit on my hands and wait for
To make sense;
These little hands have no meaning,
They touch my face and number the hours,
But they do not love me.
1-3-12
Drips and droops away
My life as I stand by
And dream of a higher
Standard of living.
I am fire like a sunset,
My days folding into the next
While I count the seconds
It takes for the tears to dry.
I could turn it all back with thought,
Sit on my hands and wait for
To make sense;
These little hands have no meaning,
They touch my face and number the hours,
But they do not love me.
1-3-12
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No concept of time
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