Lifes Rhythmatic Creations
Posted: December 30th, 2014, 1:53 am
Dreams never fade away
But once in awhile they get lost to time
Tis when loneliness find a day
That the heart may find its rhyme.
These are the days where myself is found
Searching through the looking glass for bliss
The time where I am unbound
And dreaming of an unsuspecting kiss.
Tis then I am up off the dreary floor
Wiping their asses with my mystery
Laughing at them through the glass door
As they walk into it without the eyes to see.
And through the "aches of ages known"
I seek to rid myself of the growing cataclysm
Therefore to not have "a life lost and alone"
I am alone for my own rhythm.
But once in awhile they get lost to time
Tis when loneliness find a day
That the heart may find its rhyme.
These are the days where myself is found
Searching through the looking glass for bliss
The time where I am unbound
And dreaming of an unsuspecting kiss.
Tis then I am up off the dreary floor
Wiping their asses with my mystery
Laughing at them through the glass door
As they walk into it without the eyes to see.
And through the "aches of ages known"
I seek to rid myself of the growing cataclysm
Therefore to not have "a life lost and alone"
I am alone for my own rhythm.