neverwas
Bluelighter
the blossom starts falling
like white bits of snow.
the clouds turn grey
the sky it darkens.
young and old
for some reason
are today a-glow.
fragile verses the solid.
pain in the necks become in need of pain relief.
perfect figure and perfect skin.
turns to sunken and saggy
wrinkles over the skin.
you cant avoid in inevitable.
for soon we will all be old.
some are older and some are younger.
some are wiser and some are stupider.
me? im just an innocent person avoiding...
running in reverse.
away from the growing old.
outside an old woman walks...
outside a young girl runs...
inside a girl grows another year older...
inside...
she closes her eyes
and begins to run.

like white bits of snow.
the clouds turn grey
the sky it darkens.
young and old
for some reason
are today a-glow.
fragile verses the solid.
pain in the necks become in need of pain relief.
perfect figure and perfect skin.
turns to sunken and saggy
wrinkles over the skin.
you cant avoid in inevitable.
for soon we will all be old.
some are older and some are younger.
some are wiser and some are stupider.
me? im just an innocent person avoiding...
running in reverse.
away from the growing old.
outside an old woman walks...
outside a young girl runs...
inside a girl grows another year older...
inside...
she closes her eyes
and begins to run.


but this is the second part i wrote last night while out drinking...