Feel like floating, just floating,
Go up and away,
To a place where no one can touch me
To a place where no one can hear me
Feel like screaming, just screaming,
So loud and clear,
So that everyone can hear me,
So that everyone can fear me
Feel like walking, just walking,
Into the sunset,
And leave all my baggage behind,
And leave all my thoughts behind
Feel like waking, just waking
In a new Sun,
And learn to think again,
And learn to learn again
What if you got something that wasn't meant for you? Do you return it to its rightful owner or do you keep it because you want it so badly? I kept it. And the rest is history.
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3 comments:
do you notice the influence of all the music that you keep on listening to, in your writing? :)
this one actually feels like it's the lyrics of a James Blunt piece.. :)
Ya i know.. I almost compose a tune for every poem that i write.. I am so gonna sing all these songs one day.. :)
Wow .. !!
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