Guess its a hole lot of mistakes conserning spelling here and that goes for all of my texts I guess


I`m moving

The truth is so thin
That you dont always see
The layers that be
What was It is
What you miss Is
Still right here
Something to share
Before Now and later
The world it intrudes
to my truth like a spounge
As I guide it The truth
We must equally accept to feel the passage
I keep building this vehicle
And too I drive it
I`m soaked in all that is behind me
All the things that before did bind me
That now I wish to wash away
And keep it too
So it will stay
Like freedom I can take it through
Change it so it fits both me and you
And I`m driving through the open spaces
My tyres leave my only traces
Or is it also prints elsewhere
for everyone when theyre aware
I dont know if I can be a song
but shure I want to go along
The living tones and colourful rhymes
That does not hide the things it binds
And too
It is communication
Without pressure
Without tension



Diary by MeisI
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Written on 2006-07-25 at 04:47

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