Still you didn't get me.
Still you got me wrong.
Still you want me,
To feel free.
Still I am cowed down.
I don't know what is better
Love or logic?
Love is blind,
Logic is brutal.
I can't go blind.
I can't become brutal.
I live in perceptions,
But, perception isn't truth
Perception builds new perecepion,
I get farther from truth.
Life is beautiul,
Living it a pain.
In search of freedom,
I tighten my chains.
I can't love it,
I can't leave it.
Reality bites.
Dreams are scary.
Daydreams are brighter.
As night falls, dreams take over.
And as day breaks out,
Reality bites again.
I don't like the day,
I don't love dreaming.
I know the pain of torture.
Not because, I have suffered it,
But because, I have inflicted it,
Upon you.
I wanted to save you,
Be your saviour.
But, the fence ate the crop.
Crop the fences, now!
Life is indeed beautiful.
Living it but still a pain.
Shakespeare haunts me again.
Again, I do not know,
What is better?
To love it or to leave it?
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