Masquerade
Some days I would like to know what could become of it all,my eyes tell me nothing in the middle of the night,
have they ever told me anything else?
But the ink runs out before i have even begun,
another lyric written about my aimless soul, my empty drive,
would it be better to go about as this? Would I still be living my life,
Can I motivate myself, to feel, a change inside?
and if there's anybody watching, now is the time for a turn of the tide,
this road is well traveled, the eyes tell me that,
Each junction I comes to looks like a dusty track,
another club, another India, another choice, its not what i want,
and the fireworks outside shatter my desolate peace,
Maybe tomorrow i will find a little rest,
maybe next week I'll have a happier muse,
am i longing for another life or only that mine may be right?
Poetry by Che Thomas
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Written on 2007-10-08 at 20:40
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