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Buffet Of Dismay
Contributed by
Always
on
Saturday, 23rd February 2008 @ 02:10:35 PM in AEST
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I know you've felt this way too.....
You've climbed and you've fallen,
You've had your dreams....
Crash around you in screams.
You've had your wants and your needs....
grow up like weeds,
But then we concede
We try to plead with the greed..
But in the end we mislead and we recede.
What colour was the sky that day?
What did I slide to allow my mind to go this way.
Where where my wants?
My priorities?
Where is the moment that we stray?
Where we walk away,
Ignoring the taunts....
Our dreams become minorities.
Our minds become authorities...
On the buffet of dismay.
Sitting here, just trying to find the path......the road...that somehow I fell off.
Looking at the slop I've left in my wake,
And knowing I somehow, somewhere made a mistake.
That'll teach me to scoff.
Sitting here wishing my eyes would clear.
Wishing what I feel would make sense.
Maybe it's lack of knowledge or the overwhelming sense of fear,
But here I stand staring at a fence.
It's immense, intence and I'm left with no defence.
What colour was the sky that day?
What did I slide to allow my mind to go this way.
Where where my wants?
My priorities?
Where is the moment that we stray?
Where we walk away,
Ignoring the taunts....
Our dreams become minorities.
Our minds become authorities...
On the buffet of dismay
What is it like to fall behind?
Not only the world.......
The word.....
But your mind!
Felling your body sink in all the crap you've hurled.
Remembering the time when you would've swore the notion was absurd.
Sitting here so very far from any peace to find!
Knowing that somehow, somewhere this is what you preferrd.
Knowing that we spurred every good word we'de ever heard.
What colour was the sky that day?
What did I slide to allow my mind to go this way.
Where where my wants?
My priorities?
Where is the moment that we stray?
Where we walk away,
Ignoring the taunts....
Our dreams become minorities.
Our minds become authorities...
On the buffet of dismay
I wish I had something to say to you!
Something that said I had figured a way out...
But Alas, that is not for me to do.
It's a fight that I'm destined to lose.
Sitting here without.....a voice that could shout.
A mind with no clear views,
A man with no real excuse........
Filled to the brim with my life's refuse.
What colour was the sky that day?
What did I slide to allow my mind to go this way.
Where where my wants?
My priorities?
Where is the moment that we stray?
Where we walk away,
Ignoring the taunts....
Our dreams become minorities.
Our minds become authorities...
On the buffet of dismay
Copyright ©
Always
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2008-02-23 14:10:35]
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