Saturday, September 18, 2004

these days

Wake up to the smell of coffee
Though no one was making any
Is this a TV world I live in?
Where nothing's where it’s been?

You take a chance at romance
You don’t know where you'll dance
Stray cats burn effigies
In screeching melodies

Take all your sorrow
And let them ride the wind
Maybe, baby, you don't have to sing...

Open the window
And let your heroes in
Maybe, baby, you don't have to dream...

Remember all of yesterday
Don't give your mind away
The things we've said were magical
Now show them to the world

You wake up as a passenger
Your whole life's just a blur
There's always something in between
And nothing's what it seems

Take all your sorrow
And let them ride the wind
Maybe, baby, you don’t have to sing...

Open the window
And let your heroes in
Maybe, baby, you don't have to dream...

1 Comments:

Blogger the narcissist said...

it's actually a song i'm writing, but i guess it's still poetry in a sense. very kind of you, thanks!

12:13 am  

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