some people focus on the past others on the future, it's really hard but I try to live my life as it comes, day by day... it makes it so much funnier...
I turn it on and stay tuned
As I do so it start to replay
And it reveals a wound
A frequency of chaos and killing
It tells a story of how my past is raped,
coins on a dead mans eyes, not silver but shilling
My troubled self, to a refuge I escaped
I change frequency and find tomorrow
Not much better there, just things I dont want to know
A lot of happiness and sorrow
Everything changed because of days so long ago
Today I found a radio,
that told me about the future and the past
I could have learned every movies cast
Learned why every area once was vast
Leave the present behind, fast
Learned how long I was going to last
But I turn of the radio,
I strap on my boots
I wear a smile
And I face the day...
Because this is my day...
Poetry by Peter
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Written on 2006-03-09 at 16:07
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Frequency
I find a radio, from before yesterdayI turn it on and stay tuned
As I do so it start to replay
And it reveals a wound
A frequency of chaos and killing
It tells a story of how my past is raped,
coins on a dead mans eyes, not silver but shilling
My troubled self, to a refuge I escaped
I change frequency and find tomorrow
Not much better there, just things I dont want to know
A lot of happiness and sorrow
Everything changed because of days so long ago
Today I found a radio,
that told me about the future and the past
I could have learned every movies cast
Learned why every area once was vast
Leave the present behind, fast
Learned how long I was going to last
But I turn of the radio,
I strap on my boots
I wear a smile
And I face the day...
Because this is my day...
Poetry by Peter
Read 1154 times
Written on 2006-03-09 at 16:07
Tags Present  Future  Past 
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