Monday, October 30, 2006
Train Track Turbulance...
This apple's never tasted so sweet
As I'm welcomed back
To the simplistic childhood thoughts
By the familiar shores
And the post winter blades of grass.
The warm afternoon sun,
For a moment,
Comforts my usually blue-grey sea of a mind.
I'm tired of being swept off to sea
By the white caps of confusion.
Tired of being thrown around
By the train track turbulance.
I'm tired of being in love with
The dreams and words
Which are boiling beneath the surface
But will never break through.
Take me out of this train,
This mind
Where the landmarks are decieving
And the atmosphere dissorienting.
Take me back into the time
Where the sun always shined
And the apples always tasted sweet.
Back when I knew how to survive...
03/2005
As I'm welcomed back
To the simplistic childhood thoughts
By the familiar shores
And the post winter blades of grass.
The warm afternoon sun,
For a moment,
Comforts my usually blue-grey sea of a mind.
I'm tired of being swept off to sea
By the white caps of confusion.
Tired of being thrown around
By the train track turbulance.
I'm tired of being in love with
The dreams and words
Which are boiling beneath the surface
But will never break through.
Take me out of this train,
This mind
Where the landmarks are decieving
And the atmosphere dissorienting.
Take me back into the time
Where the sun always shined
And the apples always tasted sweet.
Back when I knew how to survive...
03/2005
# posted by HearrrMeRoarrr @ 7:23 PM 
