plazma
Bluelighter
Its a sunny day and I've
Lost control of life
Caught in that
Instant of shock as it slips out of my grasp
Before it shatters on the cement footpath
Into a billion shards, tiny pieces of me
There's children playing in that park
Laughing, screaming, voices raised
How can a sky be blue yet grey?
I ask why too much
Almost felt like I was losing you today
Don't ask me why, please don't
Cut adrift in the sea, a tide of events
Sweeping me off my feet
Far out, away from land or friends
Was my anchor just a figment
Of my overactive imagination?
Why don't I have th courage
To say to you what I should?
I'm just lost today, I whisper
Like yesterday and tomorrow
Serenity won't answer the phone...
----
I wrote this the other day, sitting on a bench with a couple of pigeons playing around my feet, trying to not let the tears come out from under my sunglasses. It was just one of those days. Its not really necessarily a description of whats happening to me, just look upon it as a work of fiction.
-plaz out-
Lost control of life
Caught in that
Instant of shock as it slips out of my grasp
Before it shatters on the cement footpath
Into a billion shards, tiny pieces of me
There's children playing in that park
Laughing, screaming, voices raised
How can a sky be blue yet grey?
I ask why too much
Almost felt like I was losing you today
Don't ask me why, please don't
Cut adrift in the sea, a tide of events
Sweeping me off my feet
Far out, away from land or friends
Was my anchor just a figment
Of my overactive imagination?
Why don't I have th courage
To say to you what I should?
I'm just lost today, I whisper
Like yesterday and tomorrow
Serenity won't answer the phone...
----
I wrote this the other day, sitting on a bench with a couple of pigeons playing around my feet, trying to not let the tears come out from under my sunglasses. It was just one of those days. Its not really necessarily a description of whats happening to me, just look upon it as a work of fiction.
-plaz out-
