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Seconds Away
Contributed by
SoRrYifOrGot2SMiLe
on
Friday, 22nd October 2004 @ 05:29:57 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Walking the same street I've been down before. Knowing whats here just hoping for answers. I've ducked into many alleys on this street dirtying myself to be unrecognized. Oh not to be seen, Oh not to be seen. I'm not between you and him, just a bump in the road. A walking detour to be passed with no questions. All the people on this street have the same story, retold, retold, no one yet has marched to the end of the road. Oh though I know my end will only be grim, I pass the brown faces, elude you and him. I pass those who'd lay dorment in this town, I pass those who'd grown tired from mere walking around. The more wretched I see, the more vivacious I trek, it's no longer between us, I'll explain in a sec. For we all have our roads that we don't liek to take, but I must have put my chips out b/c this is the highest of stakes. Now whether your waiting or whether I'm gone, we'd still have our moments we'd still have our song. Over the years I'd see our road has worn to the weather, from earthquakes that cracked us were never put back together. And what lye ahead is still only a mystery because this road has no end in sight, and lackluster history. An open book to change and for only 3 pence, cut myself up on stage leave no doubt of innocence. But still the moments seem likes hours, and the minutes seem like days, I keep walking down our path....im only seconds away.
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