Everything is noise
But Not Sound
Losing myself
Full of emptiness
With rainless clouds
I reach down, as I touched the sun
Freezes the tip of my finger,
covered up in dirtless rum.
Plastic bottle laying motionless on the streets
I know my days are limited
But at the beginning I will taste defeat
I know the pieces we put on this puzzle
Are completed, I’m amused but confused
Tempers infuse
My mind fills with oxygen
As I remember my deepest thoughts
Walking in the sand with sandals but no socks
Happiness takes over me
I see above the Heavens
Chances may break
Heart beats full of thunder
Earth to the planets that are distant
Must stumble, a mountain that splits
Wide is like a bird with no mother
Flapping with wings
Being ordinary
Being unique
I got something to tell me what I must think
What I must be
Or who that I am
That Palm in my hand
Draws sorrowfully in the sand
I opened up, and set myself away
I must lose, eventually I will win
Instruments playing
Blasting every second
Palm of my hand is telling me
What I must think
And how I should react
Definition of a happy day
Is to be away from the peace
That is deceit
I know my time is up for hands
Before I lay my head on the cold dirty land
I look at the Palm
And now it’s calm
Life is different to all
If we know what lays in the sand.
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