Tuesday, January 11, 2011
A Perfect Stranger
I stand here ...
with my head completely resounding somewhere else
and deeper pleasure is to go find my self ...
but there comes a situation
when you urge to sleep and you cant
and sky above the ground, makes you go upside down
for life nasty play and fierce things ahead
did you ever think of what you have left behind
did you ever think where some faces go confine
You are here today,
and time hits me through spine
is the pain i suffer ..
is the protest of a crime
is famine within the trough
where the body seeps the tuff
still comes in a guff
Life plays the trick
and events a testimony of our own self...
when you feel life within the lows and all above is the vacant space
below is the cracked world and around is an unknown pace
and only wish is to look back, after noise settles down
to find the twined answer and seeing you more pat down
i still fear the odd but peace that i found.
is to believe that you are here, is the hope that confound.