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Sleep, Dream, Live, Show
Contributed by
Gallaghersday
on
Wednesday, 23rd November 2005 @ 02:29:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Can't tell anyone,
tell the page,
frustrations,
make your mind or decide but don't mess me around.
never liked anyone like this
so I tell the page.
No one could understand without sounding weak.
I'm now weak
and you were there in bad
when I could'nt smile
but now your on the sideline
I can't reach now that I'm better.
Confused with people
Don't remember how to act when happy
Put myself in what I remember as good situations but it's like I'm forever not quite there
In a shell
and each night before I dream
It comes back to the thoughts of when I was last happy..
Learning, with you.
Your goodness made me feel pure
Perhaps I was wrong.
I'm not like that, i wish I was
I wish I was pure
But I have too many thoughts, not enought experiences
and so
i feel trapped
feeling sorry for myself
Hating the way i do that.
Go get a life, I'd say
Go get over yourself and be strong, I'd say
I know what to say but not what to do!
I'm Stumped
No I'm not
I'll never be stumped
Not while my cells live and are able to go on
Walk through the sand
Nearly drown
Freezing water
Soil on my feet
Mountain in my eye.
I'll miss him for a while.
I'm knocked off my little path of destiny.
I'll make a new one if I must,
As long as it's deep
and sure
and there.
Dont push me!
I give and give all the time!
I'm spent sometimes but I always make time
I live on an Island feeding the sick.
Am I that self righteous, feeding off other peoples problems to mask my own?
Who cares, shes only 20
What's the differenceif I'm 30, 40 or 100
Life wont tick me off like this again.
I'll make it my own some day.
I'll make a new great slate
for me and mine.
I wish people didn't expect this other slate
I'm beginning to get tired of trying to write it
it's going all funnt round the edges
All warped and cracking
My slate is White
With Gold and Silver.
Ah don't be a drama Queen, I'd say
Get lost with your stupid slate idea
Perhaps I need to talk to someone
Someone who won't judge
I enjoy laughing and making jokes
Its not a sign of weakness
If it is then everybody should be weak.
Here you come again
It's me
I'll be miserable
Drink some
Then seek it somewhere else
Solace in strangers
No?
Family
No?
Well certainly not from me
I used to be able to talk myself round
Rational is what it's called
Don't know wether to say ahhh it's ok
In thick Irish accent
Or
Away with the world
In thick me accent
Why are countries different?
I like the difference
But I think thats what drove us apart
I can't settle for shmicks
You sparked my interest
You were lovely
but so hard to reach
I must always want whats so hard to get
Any answers now?
Well I've stated my mind
I'll let sleep do the dreaming
Dreams and Dreams are what we have.
Sing them loudly or they might get lost in the noise
The noise of lives
Be strong
or whatever you wnat to be
but make it loudly
and tread it deeply.
Make those prints in the sand for all to stand by
or perhaps follow
some day
Sleep
Dream
Live
Show.
Copyright ©
Gallaghersday
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2005-11-23 14:29:46]
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Re: Sleep, Dream, Live, Show
(User Rating: 1 )
by the_wampum_pimp on
Monday, 6th November 2006 @ 09:50:19 PM AEST
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Wow, Simply amazing, and ironically I am feeling a similar feeling. I think this has actually helped me in a way. Thank you,
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