I walk down the street unconsciously
listening to sounds of life.
In this city I'm a stranger and in
mine I'm uninvented guest.
For so long, I have a flower of this existence
afraid to plant it
strange land this is you ask
years of walking on a 2 left no heart
like a ghost
like a phantom
I gave the people what they wanted
Learning for any self a mask and a
paper heart
And i'm tired
I'm tired wanting answers to questions not asked of
So i walk without turning back I wonder
Do only tops of a mountain deserve to be warned by the sun.
Do only birds have rights of the blue sky
I am not a birds nor do i have wings
but who said I don't want to fly?
2007-01-23
11:00:59
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