The bright lights are calling me...
OBSCURED ENIGMA
appearance of magnificence
a daily overdose
my total insignificance
the rest is just a pose
imagination's running wild
in all these dead end streets
my mind is just a wide eyed child
bewildered by the sweets
this secret wasn' t meant for you
a world you' ll never look into
this old enigma's been obscured
like leo sang: there ain' t no cure...
i stumble out of babylon
its colours and its fumes
the torment of the twilight zone
inevitable gloom
i' m guided by the brightest light
in this whole universe
there were so many stars in sight
but they just made it worse
LARZ GUSTAFSSON
July 25, 2006
Poetry by Larz Gustafsson
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Written on 2007-11-30 at 19:06
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