in this world
of inconsistancy
i dance
like the small
flower
in a wake
of a mighty wind
wavering
secretly
i dream of a race
that knows
more of self
then i ever could
can't you see
in that light
through slanted eyes
that ancient need
only filled by your
self satisfaction
i was right
so long ago
standing alone
reflecting on a people
only gratified by pain
silence followed love
down the twisted halls
locker lined lessons
in social disfucntion
oh well
the illusions run
away with me again
i am possesed by possesions
wanted by lovers
and loved by none
i tread down
the shadowy tracks
of soul seclusion
playing a game
with myself
i walk through the
rain again
suffering incomparable
to starvation
i am tryly centered in
the wrong direction
counter-weighed by
hate
i rock above the waves
i see the sea of hands
there i confide
in unfamiliar eyes
'cause icons fall
but never die...
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