So far gone and hidden from page
purpose built on nothing
when words spring forth
keys are often not close at hand
pen and paper lost in transition
crumpled scraps misplaced as the words poorly placed
...
So where has it gone
this inspiration of mine
do I need constant sorrow to think of tomorrow
for now tomorrow is a mystery my mind refuses to see
day by day gets easier day by day
yet
so much missing
I miss her
and whom will believe she is who I speak of
the most obvious is most obviously not the most
although
a yen still exists
wanting unwanting, no. unwanted wanting now
waning
displacing what was there before
so I move on whilst looking over my shoulder
I turn to stone
a gaze met can kill
direct, meant, ignored
I miss her greatly
dancer in my dreams
drum and bass pumping through my veins
though hidden by a veil, this cannot prevail
strange eyes do I see the world through
strange for me
all that I know
give me shoes and then walk with me
lets follow trails, climb peaks, let the sand push between our toes
where shall we go?
the whole world is my oyster...
so I guess
Im just searching for the pearl
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