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Living In Between the Days

Contributed by FrancisWolf on Tuesday, 12th June 2007 @ 06:33:26 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

I woke up shivering, the roof was away
With rain hitting my face with clouds so gray
And wild were their faces, smiling like menaces
They were all pretending to be my friends

Drove on a parade float like an amusement coaster ride
Watching pedestrians laughing as I passed them on the side
They were people that I had seen before
At wakes and summer dancing floors,
They were leading a path edged into the ground

Anywhere
And everything
Coastal guards, the wisdom sings
All I am, is inside a downpour on a leaf riding shores

I’m just living in between the days

There are windows, like prison bars they stay
You can peek out in the world; you can look into the fray
And see some girls selling lemonade, wondering to set the mood
You could buy some and send it down the drain

But lately the hospitals are excepting gentleman
There’s no hair on their heads, off masks of oxygen
And I was once a spectacle, I heard my tutors ridicule
I hear you learn something new whenever you go to sleep

Every time
And any night
Day noon dreams, the wisdom sings
All I am, is a mention, on some passing intersection

I’m just living in between the days

Listening to love songs
Not because you’re in love
Not because you relate
Because you can’t find it
Because you can’t wait
Not willing to live it
Not wanting to risk it
I turned into a figure of speech
Some goal just out of my reach

I’m just living in between the days

Copyright Â© FrancisWolf ... [ 2007-06-12 06:33:26]
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Re: Living In Between the Days (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 12th June 2007 @ 12:55:55 PM AEST
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wow. this is...just amazing. i'm speechless.

wonderful write.

- Bethani -

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