neverwas
Bluelighter
there's something to say about internet cafe's.
about how the guy next to me smells like beer.
on the other side, a girl,
she smells like cheap perfume'.
but each here socailising.
each doing the same.
music in the back ground, reminds me of you.
lovely lil treasures of memories.
something i dont want to ever give back.
if you took things for the face value
like the world seems to do.
you'd see the pretty colours of this girls dreds,
but then u'd also see the pain,
visible in her face.
how she sits there and types away.
silently.
subdue.
everyone has their own lil stories.
of how they got here.
from where ever it was they came.
but me and my lil cubicle,
we're one of another.
small and confined.
blue marble patterns tell my story.
how i think of you even though i always see you.
how true a friend you are.
how you make my mind go insaine.
theres hundreds of people walking past the window.
on lunch breaks, or probably just heading somewhere.
they remind me on an army of ants.
all heading somewhere.
all with purpose and a fullfillment to survive.
each with a dream to strive.
to be all you can be.
each exactly the same.
there's something to be said about melbournes internet cafe's.
inside all cosy and warm.
so cold outside. beginning to rain.
i walk out the door to go home.
to a nice warm heater.
a cute friendly face.
where i can curl up inside a doonah,
and not be a statistic.
i can be me.
all of it and nothing in between.
about how the guy next to me smells like beer.
on the other side, a girl,
she smells like cheap perfume'.
but each here socailising.
each doing the same.
music in the back ground, reminds me of you.
lovely lil treasures of memories.
something i dont want to ever give back.
if you took things for the face value
like the world seems to do.
you'd see the pretty colours of this girls dreds,
but then u'd also see the pain,
visible in her face.
how she sits there and types away.
silently.
subdue.
everyone has their own lil stories.
of how they got here.
from where ever it was they came.
but me and my lil cubicle,
we're one of another.
small and confined.
blue marble patterns tell my story.
how i think of you even though i always see you.
how true a friend you are.
how you make my mind go insaine.
theres hundreds of people walking past the window.
on lunch breaks, or probably just heading somewhere.
they remind me on an army of ants.
all heading somewhere.
all with purpose and a fullfillment to survive.
each with a dream to strive.
to be all you can be.
each exactly the same.
there's something to be said about melbournes internet cafe's.
inside all cosy and warm.
so cold outside. beginning to rain.
i walk out the door to go home.
to a nice warm heater.
a cute friendly face.
where i can curl up inside a doonah,
and not be a statistic.
i can be me.
all of it and nothing in between.
