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We paint our picture,
In a sad color gray,
On all our brain-shaped vases,
And on all our vase-shaped eyes.
I never saw that floating face,
Leaving, intransigent and dull.
Was it what we asked for,
Or was it how we asked?
Strange I always thought I wasn't fazed.
But looking back at those remarks,
At days long gone and watered down,
It's a tall cloud I never climbed.
Don't turn back the arms,
On that rusty old clock,
For you might break time
And call it even.
05-16-07
In a sad color gray,
On all our brain-shaped vases,
And on all our vase-shaped eyes.
I never saw that floating face,
Leaving, intransigent and dull.
Was it what we asked for,
Or was it how we asked?
Strange I always thought I wasn't fazed.
But looking back at those remarks,
At days long gone and watered down,
It's a tall cloud I never climbed.
Don't turn back the arms,
On that rusty old clock,
For you might break time
And call it even.
05-16-07
Another oldie. One of the handful that I've written that are NOT about girls.
It's actually about our generation, and giving up on the dreams of our childhood.
It's actually about our generation, and giving up on the dreams of our childhood.
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