What Will Be Will Be(parts I & II)
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-thesiscokid-
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Sunday, 30th May 2004 @ 10:57:23 PM in AEST
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Part I
As I walk down a road quite familiar to me,
A luminous haze casts over the trees,
And as I ponder on my toadstool,
In the middle of this miserable paradise,
I think to myself, as I begin to tell:
The answer’s obvious with a shotgun at your head.
As the truth spills into my thoughts,
This, just a feeling of what it could be,
Like as if it was now reality,
But snapped back from that perplexity,
I learned the world is not as we see,
But a just very big mess, that seems to work out
So real or not,
Your life is a life and you’ve only got one shot,
And this is why I shan’t t believe,
That what will be will be.
As the road gets longer,
The journey may get worse,
As it leads me into this wonderful curse,
That I call life,
But maybe all this travel,
Down the wrong road,
This path with which I have been deceivingly mistaken,
Will build me up for what I need to be,
As my past, my future, everything seems to flee.
Just when it got harder,
Another realization became clear to me:
But at the end of this road…
I stumbled upon a stream,
Which grew to a river in which,
A silent gloom radiated off the depths of its ominous waters,
Which raged with a fury so mighty,
I became entranced in it’s simplistic beauty.
And as I got buck-naked and waded into the water,
The freezing condition, seemed warm and soothing,
As I submerged myself into an Aquarius world of serenity,
Which soon infiltrated the crevices of my mind,
And before I rose,
I said to myself,
Oh baby if I could change the world.
I would make it so…because I now believe,
That what will be will be.
Part II
So on continuing my journey…
Of search for uncontrollable bliss and everlasting serenity,
I find myself back to where I started.
At a place in which is idle and tormenting my restless soul.
Once again to myself:
Nothing in life is as it seems.
For people cannot fully see what could be.
For what could be, is merely a possibility.
And what is not there, will never be clear.
As this road I have taken, has much to fear.
Though I mustn’t be worried, about what is not here.
Difficult though, to hold no one dear.
Because no one will know,
No one will hear.
What I have to say, for it will go unsaid.
Taken to my grave, when I am dead.
And I will not fight it.
For it is so as I see.
In this world…..
That what will be will be.
Then further along……
The night spoke to me.
I listened intently, but gathered no advice,
So I listened again, and the same thing twice.
A day brings upon a lesson, and today has brought none.
I fight for my freedom, I fight to have fun.
I had fought long enough, and had grew weary and weak.
Again with no one to talk to, I had nothing to speak.
So this time I had thought:
Words may move………
But there never moving fast enough.
In a world where silence is worth gold,
I remained speechless, In the awe of what I saw.
Her enchanting wizard of rhythm,
Who had cast a spell on me.
Bound me to hell,
Or as far as I could tell,
For I couldn’t break free,
Due to my fatigue,
Of chasing and running,
Because I was scared, I was far form cunning.
The daybreak was near, I could sense it so.
I would stay in the meadow, hope not the sun shine low.
But high and bright, like it should.
Cast away darkness, and evil it brings.
For late at night, is when the monsters ring.
In my head, scaring me still.
But I’m not much worried, For still I believe…..
Throughout this life,
That what will be will be.
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