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blind four years

Contributed by jalb28 on Tuesday, 24th January 2012 @ 10:59:24 PM in AEST
Topic: schoolproblems

the illumines summer sun dances on every day
it repeats like a facebook virus
new ideas excite the mind
while only few manage to become the last sip of our drinks and remain
a short magnificant life void of what the future has written in stone for us to confront
we laugh, we rejoice, we rebel, we indulge, we love, we hate, we love
the boundaries are more distant then the furthest our minds can grasp
our treasures have become part of our hands and stolen our reality
passion is controlled by the powerful winds of spring
we all accept blindly what has replaced it
the ones who walk with unfamilar shoes are no longer seen
hidden behind our blindness to reality
we laugh, we rejoice, we rebel, we indulge, we love, we hate, we love
seasons are no longer in order as our hands have turned against us
we no longer fight for truths
now it is fall an unprecedented cycle of the moons our
hands have failed us
the sun begins to envy the power of our hands to blind us
we are walking into hell
the leaves begin to fall
where have the years gone
we begin to stretch our years in this fairytale longer
we know the coach is calling us into the game
the call has come
we stress, we fall, we cry, we damn, we beg, we ask, we beg
the players all at full stride as we struggle to stand
Carthardic feelings are brought down before the first unique snowflake falls
snowflakes awaiting to fall to melt or to rise up
hands in our pockets as an unfamilar crook is taking what we now know was never our own
alone
our hands have failed us
greeted by the devils smile
we never had a chance

Copyright © jalb28 ... [ 2012-01-24 22:59:24]
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