Mostly Dead (mostlydead) wrote,
Mostly Dead
mostlydead

to remember a time

i don't want to cry anymore
i don't want to drown
it is too late for my dreams
i can play the clown
side show harry can endure
that is my middle name
irony is me, it seems
endless is my game

there is not one among us
who can cast the first stone
there is not one among us
who understands alone
there is not one among us
who remembers a time
when words had no meaning
and didn't even rhyme
just sights and sounds
and physical touches
and scents and tastes
just space and no time

staring at the ceiling
such a funny feeling
nobody's home

to return to that place inside
flat on your back in wonder
staring at the colors and shapes
without even knowing what colors or shapes were
just wandering with your eyes
and enjoying it all, much to your surprise
except when hunger gnaws
or some other discomfort or pain appears
still mostly enjoying it all
like in the innocent years

for so many years i did not cry
for so many years i cried myself to sleep each night
for a few years i believed in...
was it all a lie?
now all i do is cry inside while losing myself in the light

to remember a time
when words had no meaning
and didn't even rhyme
just sights and sounds
and physical touches
and scents and tastes
just space and no time


staring at the ceiling
such a funny feeling
nobody's home

to return to that place inside
flat on your back in wonder
staring at the colors and shapes
without even knowing what colors or shapes were
just wandering with your eyes
and enjoying it all, much to your surprise
except when hunger gnaws
or some other discomfort or pain appears
still mostly enjoying it all
like in the innocent years

i don't want to cry anymore
i don't want to drown
it is too late for my dreams
i can play the clown
side show harry can endure
that is my middle name
irony is me, it seems
and in the end... it's all the same
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