Confused Thoughts
Coming back revived many memories, some sweet and some forgettable... Changes were always expected but the rate of their occurrences have struck me, in more ways than simple awe. Pondering and staring blankly seems to be the only expression to stifle the thoughts racing through my head... Is it sadness? I do not know... yet, I suppose its inevitable. People move on, places swap locations, while the returning still live in their little cocoon of dreams, holding onto a world that no longer holds the truth..deracinated from the reality that is overwhelmingly different.Song Beneath The Song by Maria Taylor
Cryptic words meander
Now there is a song beneath the song
One day you'll learn
You'll soon discern its true meaning
An interesting detachment
A listless poem of love sincere
Desire, despair
Overlapping melodies
And it's not a love, it's not a love
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
Oh now the roots are reminiscing
Recurring dreams of minor chords
Metred time
Muted chimes find the beat
And in the pulse there lies conviction
A steady push and pull routine
The cymbals swell
High notes flail into reach
And it's not a love, it's not a love
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love,
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song...
Maybe it really never meant to be a love song...
posted by -tourniquet- @ 7/08/2007 02:44:00 am
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