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Bluelighter
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Here is something I feel like writing. Expect it to expand.
So,
Thats it huh,
Is it,
I just guess it is.
Sitting in an a arm chair,
Acommodating thought,
What has been wrought here,
Is there still time for a tear,
Or is it just a waste of time,
For its a long road yet to go,
You might as well save it,
Because nothing will save us now.
A fire burns in the hearth,
Smoke rises from a cigar,
A remembrance of birth,
Rising up with the burnt tar,
Money earned and money lost,
It doesnt mean much now does it,
The breeze is blowing cold in the trees,
Doesnt make much sense to be sad now does it.
So eager to venture out into the jungle before your feet,
You built great machines to find you the asnwers, make ends meet,
But you went to far,
You forgot to stop every know and then,
Glance up there and wonder,
What power had given us a million years, maybe ten,
So blindsided we marched forward for the plunder.
A slow black figure stands on the edge of a frozen lake,
Just staring up, wondering which one it was who made the mistake,
Velvet skies stretch far above harboring many more chances,
For maybe that one race to perhaps by chance lay down their lances,
But it doesnt matter much now,
Moonlight drenches the melancholous snow with memories,
Of those who had troden that very space,
Before the earth was doomed with our grace,
But as you look up at those velvet skies,
You hear echoes of infinite horrifed cries.
From the future or the past,
Its synosymous now, to the very last,
To the very last scream,
To the very last dream,
Now finally you see the humor,
In all our great discrepancies and wars,
So involved we were in healing our self inflicted sores,
We were only just another seagull in the sunset,
Of a vast universe beyond notions of regret,
On like a clock in a cycle ticking off the agenda,
Trying to find our way to the gears,
Impossible yes, but you thought you could solve your fears.
And so in the very end,
All that was ever achieved,
Was the sound of screams in the afternoon breeze.
So,
Thats it huh,
Is it,
I just guess it is.
Sitting in an a arm chair,
Acommodating thought,
What has been wrought here,
Is there still time for a tear,
Or is it just a waste of time,
For its a long road yet to go,
You might as well save it,
Because nothing will save us now.
A fire burns in the hearth,
Smoke rises from a cigar,
A remembrance of birth,
Rising up with the burnt tar,
Money earned and money lost,
It doesnt mean much now does it,
The breeze is blowing cold in the trees,
Doesnt make much sense to be sad now does it.
So eager to venture out into the jungle before your feet,
You built great machines to find you the asnwers, make ends meet,
But you went to far,
You forgot to stop every know and then,
Glance up there and wonder,
What power had given us a million years, maybe ten,
So blindsided we marched forward for the plunder.
A slow black figure stands on the edge of a frozen lake,
Just staring up, wondering which one it was who made the mistake,
Velvet skies stretch far above harboring many more chances,
For maybe that one race to perhaps by chance lay down their lances,
But it doesnt matter much now,
Moonlight drenches the melancholous snow with memories,
Of those who had troden that very space,
Before the earth was doomed with our grace,
But as you look up at those velvet skies,
You hear echoes of infinite horrifed cries.
From the future or the past,
Its synosymous now, to the very last,
To the very last scream,
To the very last dream,
Now finally you see the humor,
In all our great discrepancies and wars,
So involved we were in healing our self inflicted sores,
We were only just another seagull in the sunset,
Of a vast universe beyond notions of regret,
On like a clock in a cycle ticking off the agenda,
Trying to find our way to the gears,
Impossible yes, but you thought you could solve your fears.
And so in the very end,
All that was ever achieved,
Was the sound of screams in the afternoon breeze.
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