When I feel proud the stattered thoughts of mine resound, for in this world that is super-imposed in a mind of stained glass there is no chance and every thought that disdain will last. So you wonder about me on a sea tilted with curiosity, how can you see when there is no sun to set you free? Yet here I stand and bold as a man can to listen to your waves of thought glisten and break. upon these shores where I sit drowning in this wind of fresh air from your mind... what rhymes with mind, ah to hell with it. Let's pick up the pace.
There is never a time i am alone,
For this sea is built with thoughts foam,
There is never a time I am there,
for how can I be lost when I don't even care,
So why do i still speak,
when there is no one to hear me,
because I know you still try,
it is just that your sight is too weak,
Now tell my why must this end forever lost in this apiphany of care and thought and sound. Taken and never left to see what is in the darkness of my mind, the recesses of my space. As I was told long ago I love what is lost what is found what is left without resound. Hehe I spelled epiphany worng well at least I know I should stop before this damn thing gets too long.
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