24 de outubro de 2012

Without music, life would be a mistake



"On bended knee is no way to be free
lifting up an empty cup I ask silently
that all my destinations will accept the one that's me
so I can breathe

Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
so it goes...

Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...

Everyone I come across in cages they bought
they think of me and my wandering
but I'm never what they thought
got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...

Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
underneath my being is a road that disappeared
late at night I hear the trees
they're singing with the dead
overhead...

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
consider me a satellite for ever orbiting
I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me
guaranteed..."

Um comentário:

Fenix disse...

Olá!
Encontrei hoje este espaço. Li quase todos os postes. Identifiquei-me com muito do que escreveu...e como parou de escrever, há tanto tempo, pergunto-me: que terá acontecido ao autor? emigrou para o Brasil, como desejava? cansou-se da escrita porque mudou de vida (profissional, familiar)? Seja o que for que tenha acontecido, e porque senti uma grande empatia pela sua alma, desejo que esteja feliz!

Ana