Thursday, February 09, 2006
i must be insane
3... 2... 1...
there was a time
when i was good making rhymes...
when i was good making rhymes...
but then i got confused and
all i do now is breaking the lines...
all i do now is breaking the lines...
memories cross my mind,
shooting stars above my eyes,
shooting stars above my eyes,
i breath
and i think,
"this is going to be fine"...
and i think,
"this is going to be fine"...
lowering my face, i look through what i think i must go,
many paths, many miles, all the decisions, all at once,
i won't know if it was right of wrong for sure until i die
many paths, many miles, all the decisions, all at once,
i won't know if it was right of wrong for sure until i die
did you see? i'm not good making rhymes,
i've lost the poetry (once in a while),
besides,
i still can play,
a little time just for today,
may be i could run and hit the ground,
but it won't stop me...
until i reach the end
i've lost the poetry (once in a while),
besides,
i still can play,
a little time just for today,
may be i could run and hit the ground,
but it won't stop me...
until i reach the end
breaking the line again
would you like what is coming up next?
would you like what is coming up next?
# posted by Greta @ 16:20 
