I can't cut ties that makes me dream while I'm awake
Violent slumbers wrench me into morning
I hit dark hazes and retro sunset afterglows
Hoping, just hoping, for the subtle blues
Soft gazes and expressions
Breaking under the pressure of loud events
Slipping through asphalt cracks
Into the life I choose to live
With a few digs on the way down....
I could write until my fingertips bled
But it wouldn't change a thing
I could never teach
The trifle clumsiness of new lovers
Shades of a sunrise
Or the ink
As it bleeds into my paper...
Copyright 2004 Mute Serenade
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