at an hour of the night,
my back against the sun.
where is the sun?
has it run
away?
and i can't tell you some.
my cries ain't no fun,
so i wait for salvation to come
in vain.
i feel lonely
in a chamber of troubles,
speaking with bubbles
of blank.
i feel lonely
in this tiring road lane,
with all the shame
and all that pain,
and i don't need somebody
to thank..
my back against the sun.
where is the sun?
has it run
away?
and i can't tell you some.
my cries ain't no fun,
so i wait for salvation to come
in vain.
i feel lonely
in a chamber of troubles,
speaking with bubbles
of blank.
i feel lonely
in this tiring road lane,
with all the shame
and all that pain,
and i don't need somebody
to thank..
1 comment:
waiting is not a choice and
experience don't bring perception
eachtime
perception is selective and it choose the truth
perceptions change so truth changes
so
there are so many existence between to exist and your loneliness
and being exist enough, is the thing you couldn't reach anytime by waiting
a shorline of your
faithless
while your back against the sun.
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