Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Heavy-eyed
Different faces,
All having lost the traces
Of former lifestyles.
All sadness,
A bit of madness
Make a weary face weep.
In recollection,
And slight detection,
I could read them each like a book.
With my hesitation,
And interpretation,
I'd lent them my hand once.
But I sit on my thoughts,
Each one starting to rot,
Wondering of my days in this life.
Eyes twinkling from sadness,
And yes, a bit of madness,
Maybe someday I shall sleep again.
October 29, 2004
Suge
All having lost the traces
Of former lifestyles.
All sadness,
A bit of madness
Make a weary face weep.
In recollection,
And slight detection,
I could read them each like a book.
With my hesitation,
And interpretation,
I'd lent them my hand once.
But I sit on my thoughts,
Each one starting to rot,
Wondering of my days in this life.
Eyes twinkling from sadness,
And yes, a bit of madness,
Maybe someday I shall sleep again.
October 29, 2004
Suge
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