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The crazy shit in our existence I have naught
I have nothing
I am bare
Stripped down to the sinews on the bone
I am alone
I am gifted
I am cursed
I am not understood.
Never.
Ever alone
No one knows.
My mind,
My mind...
My mind...
It goes so far
It sees the distance
I am alone
I am gifted
I am cursed
I am not understood.
Never.
Ever alone
No one knows.
My space,
My space.
My space...
It goes further than a thought could conceive.
My place,
My place...
Here with my thoughts in my mind conceiving spaces
Alone striped down to my bones ever alone
No one knows
I am not understood
I am gifted
I am cursed
I am alone
I have nothing
Naught
But my mind.
My mind.
My mind...
That beat
I can sense it as I read. Chaotic but rhythmic.
I for one, understand you...well, parts of your mind, anyway. And I sympathize.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Thank you my dear RoC, we
Thank you my dear RoC, we always seem to get it versifully ;) ( new word! so proud!) HugSS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
That's us
We live through rhyme.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr