Confessions Of A Delirious Poet
As the rain falls,
Silence surrounds
These places I’ve been
These places I’ve found
Puddles grow larger
Shapes begin to grow
Like hours on the clock
As the wind starts to blow
The wise ones have said
Fate takes its turns
There’s nothing you can do
There’s nowhere you can run
But I beg to differ
The life I have made
Will crack through this wall
Of their deceit and their hate
[Chorus]
Don’t let their words
Stop you from leaving
Time is a game
That only fools believe in
The greatest strength I have
Is the weakness you see
As the threads come apart
What’s left will be me
The past has its place
The future will come
The present must be lived
The seasons flow on
If you can’t tell by now
This is my apology
For the pain I have caused
For the pain I have seen
Look beyond these words
As they are but a mask
Veiling the hidden emotions
We faced in our past
About Me
- aNUSHa
- I love music like a fat kid loves cake. It's the only true way of expressing the muddled up crap we call feelings. Idealistically, I'm a realist. Realistically, I'm an idealist. Overall, I think too much and too philosophically. Venture into the stream of insanity I call my consciousness and take it, as everything, with a grain of salt. The size (and type) of that grain is yours to decide.
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