Teehee
11-15-2007, 03:06 AM
No seriously, I did.
It's not completely finished yet, and i doubt most of you will read this,
but here it is so far!
I am lost in a concrete jungle.
Desperately searching for the plot.
Malls and Stores line the walkways, yet I'm counting the cracks down the sidewalk.
I have the money but it's not worth the cost,
As I head for imaginary bliss I'm the loner
I am the classic struggle of insect versus repellent.
Between evolution and eroding rock
I am the wishes of the wonder of the innocence of the lost.
Nature plans to hang me for treason
For the reason of my adaptation to the industrial world.
I don't want to hide away.
I am the fact that this small unknown town is now part of the cold.
The manufactured bled out into the simply rural society
And the Earth will soon shine brighter than the stars.
The foundations that insulated us will crumble into the seas.
I won't live with my tail between my legs.
I am the urge for something simple.
Not the need for something after to delude my thoughts or halt my actions
Nor a convenient truth to verify the calm.
I will not be blinded by the light it supposedly possesses
But hollow out my own door through the darkness.
I am the reason why I see what I want to see.
Lies will not mock my wisdom
Because belief is just an excuse for burying ourselves before departure.
I urn for independence, so why should I meet the Maker?
It's not completely finished yet, and i doubt most of you will read this,
but here it is so far!
I am lost in a concrete jungle.
Desperately searching for the plot.
Malls and Stores line the walkways, yet I'm counting the cracks down the sidewalk.
I have the money but it's not worth the cost,
As I head for imaginary bliss I'm the loner
I am the classic struggle of insect versus repellent.
Between evolution and eroding rock
I am the wishes of the wonder of the innocence of the lost.
Nature plans to hang me for treason
For the reason of my adaptation to the industrial world.
I don't want to hide away.
I am the fact that this small unknown town is now part of the cold.
The manufactured bled out into the simply rural society
And the Earth will soon shine brighter than the stars.
The foundations that insulated us will crumble into the seas.
I won't live with my tail between my legs.
I am the urge for something simple.
Not the need for something after to delude my thoughts or halt my actions
Nor a convenient truth to verify the calm.
I will not be blinded by the light it supposedly possesses
But hollow out my own door through the darkness.
I am the reason why I see what I want to see.
Lies will not mock my wisdom
Because belief is just an excuse for burying ourselves before departure.
I urn for independence, so why should I meet the Maker?