Gasp for... Entry for March 09, 2008

Gasp for...

[Let's just go flying]

I'm doomed, I'm cursed

I know, I'm blessed

Go back and forth

I dwell, I'll last...

My rhymes for me are like a gasp for air

I've been screaming for far too long: My life's unfair!

Sometimes I wanted to sleep in some kind of a lair

But sleep is a cousin of death and I was having nightmares...

I am a soldier of an undeclared civil war

The struggle is deeply inside my worn out mind

I might seem selfish cause it's ME that I'm fighting for

And there is no enemy but ME's within the line of sight...

If it's all inside my mind then what's the struggle?

And if I'm wrong, two wrongs just make it double.

To win the game you gotta learn to be a slugger

So I'm screaming out: "Rebel, rebel, never be humble!"

Sometimes at night when my heart stops beating again

I start to think of you, The End, my dearest friend

But then again I'm The Winner, I gotta gain!

I will win, I will live on, There is no end...

Although sometimes this fast lane brings me the stress

Writing these lines I realize that I'm a mess

But then again I know I'm power, yes, I'm blessed

I will survive the storm, that's how I'm built I guess...

Maybe we'll go to the park

Or maybe just stay in the car

It's Spring and baby, it's dark

There is no such thing as "Too far".

"Darling, forgive me for them things I've done

Most of the time I was just having fun

I'm done with living on the run

I like you much, but she's the one..."

It was said: Day destroys the night

Sometimes I feel too dead to fight

And happYness is out of sight

I'm out in dark looking for light

This pain sometimes is way too bitter

But then my life just can't get sweeter

I speak my life just like a whitter

Polishing words until they glitter.

Sometimes I go to my old attic

Searching for words to use

And if I am a little poetic

Then maybe you're my muse.

"It doesn't matter anymore

I am worn out, I'm tired of trying..."

And yes, you are The One I'm living for

Forget the rain, let's just go flying...

My rhymes for me are like a gasp for air

I've been screaming for far too long: My life's unfair!

Sometimes I miss your eyes, sometimes I miss your hair

And all I'm screaming out is: "We just don't care!"

[cyb]

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