Post by Wallflower on Mar 4, 2005 15:53:42 GMT -5
There is constant movement inside my head;
Thrillments and ideas, that life has never fed.
A giving in will take place, as far as i can see;
Such a giving in, will be life, giving in to me.
I have lied to the world, in which i have sedated;
And i live my life, this life i have created.
I have a gift, which is the gift of sight;
I see things in the blackness you call night.
In the world, there's planty to see, places to go;
But what you will never see, you will never know.
You stare at "Nothing" not understanding as you blink;
Which shows, there is more to "Nothing" than you think.
Someday "nothing" may do you a favor, in and out of time;
But you will never see it, forever you are blind.
Maybe "someday" will open up your eyes;
Allowing you to see, through my petty seeming lies.
You live your ways, which are not my own;
I will sit here with my "nothing" and leave you so alone.
Thrillments and ideas, that life has never fed.
A giving in will take place, as far as i can see;
Such a giving in, will be life, giving in to me.
I have lied to the world, in which i have sedated;
And i live my life, this life i have created.
I have a gift, which is the gift of sight;
I see things in the blackness you call night.
In the world, there's planty to see, places to go;
But what you will never see, you will never know.
You stare at "Nothing" not understanding as you blink;
Which shows, there is more to "Nothing" than you think.
Someday "nothing" may do you a favor, in and out of time;
But you will never see it, forever you are blind.
Maybe "someday" will open up your eyes;
Allowing you to see, through my petty seeming lies.
You live your ways, which are not my own;
I will sit here with my "nothing" and leave you so alone.
