iladys
07-20-2006, 03:37 PM
Perhaps the title isnt that suitable but I dont know any other way to describe it. First part should interest you but Im interested in seeing how the 2nd one fairs.
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The passing lights,
Of cars that cross the path,
Like memories that come and go,
Kept in your head.
The silent sway,
Of wind and trees,
Like the voices you hear,
Ever so near yet ever so distant.
The pale blue moon,
Which shines in the ever darkness,
Like that small glimmer of hope,
That sits in the pit of your soul.
Our environment,
Our example of reality,
Our window to our thoughts,
Our visual expression.
These memories,
Beautiful, scaring
Remembered, not to make the same mistake,
Forgotten, to heal those open wounds.
These voices,
Poisoning, supporting,
Heard, to drive you forward,
Muted, to protect you from harm.
That hope,
Survival, Suicide,
Forcing you closer to death,
Guiding you in the right direction.
What goes on in our heads,
Our environment brings to life,
The good and the bad,
Never fails to be expressed.
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The passing lights,
Of cars that cross the path,
Like memories that come and go,
Kept in your head.
The silent sway,
Of wind and trees,
Like the voices you hear,
Ever so near yet ever so distant.
The pale blue moon,
Which shines in the ever darkness,
Like that small glimmer of hope,
That sits in the pit of your soul.
Our environment,
Our example of reality,
Our window to our thoughts,
Our visual expression.
These memories,
Beautiful, scaring
Remembered, not to make the same mistake,
Forgotten, to heal those open wounds.
These voices,
Poisoning, supporting,
Heard, to drive you forward,
Muted, to protect you from harm.
That hope,
Survival, Suicide,
Forcing you closer to death,
Guiding you in the right direction.
What goes on in our heads,
Our environment brings to life,
The good and the bad,
Never fails to be expressed.