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Friday, December 7, 2007
When much more is left of pessimism its black…
To the every tear of the sky that rains above us all,
Yet we fear what lies in the all black we grasp.
And to the walk and the music that I listen to
By dawn breaks down to needy fragments in my mind
And I close my eyes and stay numb in the dilemma
And I dance my feet to it
…When much pessimism is left of it I fall down to my knees
And pray to it, that my seethe produces
And we all dance to the beat that our mind produces…
With a cry of a need that might fall above all the worldly sky
It’s a Prometheus rising…
Lost…
Lost…
To the every tear of the sky that rains above us all,
Yet we fear what lies in the all black we grasp.
And to the walk and the music that I listen to
By dawn breaks down to needy fragments in my mind
And I close my eyes and stay numb in the dilemma
And I dance my feet to it
…When much pessimism is left of it I fall down to my knees
And pray to it, that my seethe produces
And we all dance to the beat that our mind produces…
With a cry of a need that might fall above all the worldly sky
It’s a Prometheus rising…
Lost…
Lost…
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