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Sunday, September 20, 2009

Out of Control

This clouds been hangin' around
Heavy rain's sure to come down
Damn wind's always changing directions
And I'm caught in its path again

I'm tired of changing my mind
It's always've clouded my skies
Mind's always changing perceptions
It's never a win-win

But I love it when it's out of control
Never stopped the wind for the way it moved
You can't tell where it may turn
Try if you can, swing if you can

I'm tired of pacing this line
Caught in the updraft of time
Clock's always racing perfection
It'll just spin me around again

I hope my planets align
Can't be afraid of my skies
When the weather mirrored my reflection
A storm divine

But I love it when it's out of control
Never stopped the wind for the way it moved
You can't tell where it may turn
Try if you can, swing if you can

Thursday, September 17, 2009

PRISONERS OF THE SUN

Three days in the desert
Two nights alone
I've lost my fair companions
I know soon too am I to go

We were prisoners of the sun
All whom obliged too late
Left now standing I'm the only one
Trapped in the hour glass of my fate

I walk
I walk
Yet have I learned to walk on
Over juvenile hates

I cannot stop
I cannot give up the walk
More and nothing will follow
I cannot fall apart

We were prisoners of the sun
All's understood too late
Run, I've got to run on
Must beat the break of day

Four days in the desert
Three nights alone
I've walked through bleeding consciousness
I know soon too am I to go