Étiquette : whitman

All measures counted down by a single compass

All Measures Counted Down by a Single Compass Sometimes I feel like I’m done with all these thingsThose stories for ever gone I feel like I’m completeThe shadows swallowed by the lightOf true evidencesI feel I’ll never embark at nightThat boat againDesert is not a lonely place you can tell when you knowAll my buddies... Lire la Suite →

Same Place

Same place Same place but couldn’t find what timeI was there beforeIs it a loop I feel better light is smilingThrough the windowsIt’s a breakfast box made of glassI’m familiar with it’s settled on both sidesOf my sentimental diary bookThe time has passed the day is warmerIt’s like the ice I was walking onCan never... Lire la Suite →

Confiteor every day leads to a statementwhat did I losewhat am I still praying forthe world is not enoughdid I keep it close enough to my stuffwas I corrupted in my election of godsdid I betray my guts to the fake hands of friends I’ll never know but every dayleads me to wonder if I... Lire la Suite →

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high quality life i’m gonna play it cristal clear my words are made of gold but it’s a sliver range they quote i’m looking straight to all those things I love from the other side of the flow don’t make it harder I deserve no fake smile it's a lifetime we walk on Earthwhen the... Lire la Suite →

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