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The Skateboard Showcase
IMAGINARY SHELL
Seeing faces i don't know,
places i haven't been.
language that isn't my own
is it just a deluded dream?
knowing i am weird,
knowing i can't tell
trapped.
in an imaginary shell
music leads to strangeness
and words of strangeness too
I wish that you could see it
wish that i could share with you.
words not quite in meaning
i guess this is the end
don't know where i'm going
trapped
in an imaginary shell.
Doesn't matter at 1am
It doesn't matter anymore
coz i really just don't care
at this time in the morning
i'm free from all despair.
in the night - my favourite time
there is no noise but me
only my ideas and thoughts
I guess at night i'm truly free.
in the day I speak of nothing,
hide behind a superficial face,
tell the truths they want to hear
absolve them from their own disgrace.
in the night I sit and think
and watch the moon drift by
it doesn't need me to help
and it doesn't prompt a lie.
it doesn't matter at 1 am
no one else is there at all
no responsibility at 1am
so I guess this is a
"goodnight call"
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