a man lies in his bed in a room with no door
he waits hoping for a presence,
something, anything to enter
after spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he's staring
he's alive, but feels absolutely nothing
so, is he?
when he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him
by nine he had deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact
no tradebacks...
so this is what it's like to be an adult?
if he only knew now what he knew then...
(i'm open...)
(come in...)
lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers
he decides to dream...
dream up a new self for himself
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3 comentários:
Meu Amigo, para ti... tudo o que a musica nos pode dar...
Um abraço forte.
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ó seu terrível pastor!
desamordaça esse blog e dá-lhe um nome mais sonante para não ser tão difícil eu vir aqui parar!
;)
que car*lho de nome é esse?
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tudo de bom e paz em ti
este nome são iniciais que significam
ever tried.
ever failed.
no matter.
try again.
fail again.
fail better.
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