Mimic,
(Will to be Mine),
by Rewired,
07/10/03.
I can feel the shockwave of her silent screams.
I can feel her world slowly dying.
When she looks into me
I'm haunted by the ghosts
fighting to possess her,
but with mind I beg her not to look away,
for I have to solve this mystery.
Throughout her land of the dark she's still shining:
how does she pull it off and
could I mimic this through that
trickster shaman's technology:
through his tools; his applied science
could I find a way
to master her art of beauty?
She plows on through her pain
conquering every threshold with determined smiling.
So often I feared she was a volcano, but
perhaps, in reality, she's just chosen her own truth;
perhaps she's really a radiant star
cradled by the cold of this space,
getting by on her own
will to shine, and perhaps one day
I can also condition
my will to be mine.
(Will to be Mine),
by Rewired,
07/10/03.
I can feel the shockwave of her silent screams.
I can feel her world slowly dying.
When she looks into me
I'm haunted by the ghosts
fighting to possess her,
but with mind I beg her not to look away,
for I have to solve this mystery.
Throughout her land of the dark she's still shining:
how does she pull it off and
could I mimic this through that
trickster shaman's technology:
through his tools; his applied science
could I find a way
to master her art of beauty?
She plows on through her pain
conquering every threshold with determined smiling.
So often I feared she was a volcano, but
perhaps, in reality, she's just chosen her own truth;
perhaps she's really a radiant star
cradled by the cold of this space,
getting by on her own
will to shine, and perhaps one day
I can also condition
my will to be mine.
