Robdob
Bluelighter
Everything is water
everything is light
everything is a reflection
how can this be right?
I stare into the sun
at the darkest hour of the night.
Tomorrow started yesterday
and one week ago it was today
Where am I...?
Some sort of parrallel dimension
billions of light years away.
Where my imagination ends,
a new image begins.
Here we go again!
Spinning 'round and 'round
light catches my eyes
reflecting images, uncovering what I despise.
It spreads like a virus,
a V enclosed upon us,
always improving this search for a beginning
but when found, we only discover how profound
our actions have really been.
Would this complete us?
Knowing what happens on the other side?
As gravity pulls us in
time is forever where we will hide...
Reside underneath this umbrella of shining night stars,
cruise around in fancy cars,
label all of your jars,
with our mind boggled over the idea of mars
What "is ours"?
In this world of microwaves and television screens
what happened to our dreams...
transformed into a tv.
Is this all that is left of me?
three dimensional ingenuity,
fixated upon two dimensional creativity,
from here to infinty...
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[This message has been edited by Robdob (edited 26 June 2001).]
[This message has been edited by Robdob (edited 28 June 2001).]
everything is light
everything is a reflection
how can this be right?
I stare into the sun
at the darkest hour of the night.
Tomorrow started yesterday
and one week ago it was today
Where am I...?
Some sort of parrallel dimension
billions of light years away.
Where my imagination ends,
a new image begins.
Here we go again!
Spinning 'round and 'round
light catches my eyes
reflecting images, uncovering what I despise.
It spreads like a virus,
a V enclosed upon us,
always improving this search for a beginning
but when found, we only discover how profound
our actions have really been.
Would this complete us?
Knowing what happens on the other side?
As gravity pulls us in
time is forever where we will hide...
Reside underneath this umbrella of shining night stars,
cruise around in fancy cars,
label all of your jars,
with our mind boggled over the idea of mars
What "is ours"?
In this world of microwaves and television screens
what happened to our dreams...
transformed into a tv.
Is this all that is left of me?
three dimensional ingenuity,
fixated upon two dimensional creativity,
from here to infinty...
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[This message has been edited by Robdob (edited 26 June 2001).]
[This message has been edited by Robdob (edited 28 June 2001).]
