Beoslasher Posted June 2, 2011 Share Posted June 2, 2011 I've been told the world's at my fingertips I feel the grass gently prodding my bare back I've been told I could do anything, from many lips The night-time sky, full of twinkling stars, no luster lacked I've been told that I could make lots of money someday A calm breeze blows over me, a calm overtakes The pressure always building, a future, love, the what if's, the what may's The calm, like outside of a storm The pressure that drives a man to an early grave The outside, surrounded by a force much too large for one to know the form This search for purpose that allows the soul to crave Pushes the stars from the skies, and the dreams from your mind The search that pushes the love from your eyes and the spark in your soul Until nothing is left but the storm Link to comment
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