(written: July 26, 2003)
Inspiration run dry like a desert mirage
But i can see it and believe it
My mirage- New World streets paved gold
Grip life- meaning i must behold
Courage is not strength within me
Strength in courage without knowledge
But what is it i must obtain?
My goals and desires make me insane
Teach me wisely for i know nothing
Time to kill and everything to learn
Stupidity the meaningless thoughts
Arguments yet to be fought
Screaming for someone to save me
Blind to the simplest realities
Words meant to love or break
So please- my soul will you tenderly take? |
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