plazma
Bluelighter
Can you taste it on the breeze
Gentle, smog filled
Laced with despair and sunlight
Someone's painting clouds
On a blue canvas today
Every tiny wave, a myriad of them
Asking different questions
The water hostile and cold
Leaves whispering behind my back
Green, full of life, yet no hope
Draw deep the breath of life
Taste the blankness, flatness
Not bitter depression, just apathy
An echo on every blade of grass
Where are you? Who are you?
Hesitate before answering, unsure
And I'm like that now
Island of calm despair in busyness
Is it everyone that's going somewhere?
Or me that's going nowhere?
Our souls are like concrete slabs
Grey, featureless to begin with, yet
When they gain character, they're falling apart
Cracked, grass growing through them
Tagged with other people's marks of presence
I feel an antipathy to this world today
Hostility to it, yet it flows right over me
Not even questioning why I fight it
The beauty in this grey eludes me
Haunted by the knowledge that it is there
Frustrated by my blindness to it this day
Can you cure me? Take me away?
Cure me with mediocrity
Take me away with someone elses nightmare
To a quiet little hell, where I can live
And not see any of it, like them
They walk past, black clad, blank faced
A dozen shades of boredom and oppression
Sirens of a life that isn't what I hope for
Put me in this perfect life, this perfect day
Crack my soul to rubble, painted with passion
Ask the questions I dare not voice, nor understand
Show me the blankness, the grey clouds and grey buildings
You can't cure me, you can't change me nor break me
For in your disease, is my perfection
In your hatred and despair, is my caring and love
That's why I'll fly, I won't sink this day
I'll inhale your smog, and breathe out fire
So the leaves whisper behind my back
Talking of me, in a dozen shades of green
Grey stone, cracked concrete nothingness
Foundations of my free will, my perfect life...
-plaz out-
Gentle, smog filled
Laced with despair and sunlight
Someone's painting clouds
On a blue canvas today
Every tiny wave, a myriad of them
Asking different questions
The water hostile and cold
Leaves whispering behind my back
Green, full of life, yet no hope
Draw deep the breath of life
Taste the blankness, flatness
Not bitter depression, just apathy
An echo on every blade of grass
Where are you? Who are you?
Hesitate before answering, unsure
And I'm like that now
Island of calm despair in busyness
Is it everyone that's going somewhere?
Or me that's going nowhere?
Our souls are like concrete slabs
Grey, featureless to begin with, yet
When they gain character, they're falling apart
Cracked, grass growing through them
Tagged with other people's marks of presence
I feel an antipathy to this world today
Hostility to it, yet it flows right over me
Not even questioning why I fight it
The beauty in this grey eludes me
Haunted by the knowledge that it is there
Frustrated by my blindness to it this day
Can you cure me? Take me away?
Cure me with mediocrity
Take me away with someone elses nightmare
To a quiet little hell, where I can live
And not see any of it, like them
They walk past, black clad, blank faced
A dozen shades of boredom and oppression
Sirens of a life that isn't what I hope for
Put me in this perfect life, this perfect day
Crack my soul to rubble, painted with passion
Ask the questions I dare not voice, nor understand
Show me the blankness, the grey clouds and grey buildings
You can't cure me, you can't change me nor break me
For in your disease, is my perfection
In your hatred and despair, is my caring and love
That's why I'll fly, I won't sink this day
I'll inhale your smog, and breathe out fire
So the leaves whisper behind my back
Talking of me, in a dozen shades of green
Grey stone, cracked concrete nothingness
Foundations of my free will, my perfect life...
-plaz out-
