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Random we cloak ourselves in dark colors trying to be unseen like thieves in the night
but what are we really stealing?
your time
your damned precious values
to hold your head high and be mighty just to think for a minute you are better than me
I hide in my dark colors and my art stealthily waiting to slay you with my words.
ones I am too afraid to scream at you I'm person when you tell me I'm a geek or a loser
at least I am willing to be myself
to let lyrics of old music flow freely through my heart
and the rhythm balance out the earthquakes in my soul
to let the beauty of something I can open my eyes and see truly affect me
to be something all your parents wished they could be
themselves
for a single second
all anyone wants is to be free from the whips an scorns of society, time and trials,
when all they need freedom from is themselves.
well, my eyes have been opened
and it's easier when you feel the dark colors blend your skin into art too beautiful to be seen by eyes filled with judgements
than to see the world in a haze of colors
it's better to see it in black and white
like an old movie
or wiped clean in tears of a love song forged in the fires of rock and roll and holding hands. Classic and old. known and borrowed to be held precious like the most valuable pearl.
You have come
here
and we too
seek
to be held precious
consider yourself
held preciously
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot