As always I sat there, slowly drifting into oblivion in to blissful peace, yet I crib I am alone I complain about my solitude when I crave it the most I still sit there and complain.
Finally I am where I have wished I would find peace, yet there is none to find.
Memory it nags us all,, do you remember the day I told you the world is a stage and we are all actors playing our parts in the great play of life and I lost my script, those words seem more real than ever truth be told I never had a script I never had a part to play my role was brief and minuscule, trivial, I would be the guard at the gate or the messenger-boy not any more than a insignificant filler. But how could I be that no I would not let it I created my own character someone who sat in the shade, yet never forgotten. I wore the grey suit and shrouded my self in mystery appearing in the chaos of life as a rebel, the man with the master plan. Yet under it all I was still the pathetic frail messenger-boy filler. I let go of my rebellious ways and took walked the side lines of the story until I saw that girl with the sweetest smile I fell in love, it didn’t matter if I ever got on center stage I didn’t need if I could just be with you and watch you smile. But as all plays nothing is direct noting is clear nothing is straight every road is hard and filled with thorns. I let go of my crazed dream. The play carried on thru love war and peace yet one of its insignificant actor didn’t care just continued to act as the situation demanded changing costumes making acquaintances and loosing friends and slowly sliding to decay. the curtain closed and the props change love blooms and falls war and peace don’t matter any more friends don’t matter nothing matters until dreams catch up on the actor on the side line the script drastically changes chance favors me I walk into the open door I take a bite of the forbidden fruit and its taste excites me it’s a fearful excitement the mad surge of energy before the plunge. I see you again but that smile is not the same I crave for it I need to see it I look for my script I need to know what to do but then again I don’t have one I never did it plays on I take your hands in mine it felt so right it felt it would last for ever I wanted it to last for ever. I follow my heart and walk the side lines of the play but yet I don’t care of my trivial role, for it has you beside me, you smile I watch you and I am happy. Plays have a way of their own and there in a blink it falls a part.
As always I sat there, slowly drifting into oblivion in to blissful peace, yet I crib I am alone I complain about my solitude when I crave it the most I still sit there and complain.
Finally I am where I have wished I would find peace, yet there is none to find.
Why do we care about scripts when we have none why do I care a bout a stage that does not need me? Why am I haunted by questions I left behind with you why am I so far away from what I seek?
Why do I ask the question why?
Finally I am where I have wished I would find peace, yet there is none to find.
Memory it nags us all,, do you remember the day I told you the world is a stage and we are all actors playing our parts in the great play of life and I lost my script, those words seem more real than ever truth be told I never had a script I never had a part to play my role was brief and minuscule, trivial, I would be the guard at the gate or the messenger-boy not any more than a insignificant filler. But how could I be that no I would not let it I created my own character someone who sat in the shade, yet never forgotten. I wore the grey suit and shrouded my self in mystery appearing in the chaos of life as a rebel, the man with the master plan. Yet under it all I was still the pathetic frail messenger-boy filler. I let go of my rebellious ways and took walked the side lines of the story until I saw that girl with the sweetest smile I fell in love, it didn’t matter if I ever got on center stage I didn’t need if I could just be with you and watch you smile. But as all plays nothing is direct noting is clear nothing is straight every road is hard and filled with thorns. I let go of my crazed dream. The play carried on thru love war and peace yet one of its insignificant actor didn’t care just continued to act as the situation demanded changing costumes making acquaintances and loosing friends and slowly sliding to decay. the curtain closed and the props change love blooms and falls war and peace don’t matter any more friends don’t matter nothing matters until dreams catch up on the actor on the side line the script drastically changes chance favors me I walk into the open door I take a bite of the forbidden fruit and its taste excites me it’s a fearful excitement the mad surge of energy before the plunge. I see you again but that smile is not the same I crave for it I need to see it I look for my script I need to know what to do but then again I don’t have one I never did it plays on I take your hands in mine it felt so right it felt it would last for ever I wanted it to last for ever. I follow my heart and walk the side lines of the play but yet I don’t care of my trivial role, for it has you beside me, you smile I watch you and I am happy. Plays have a way of their own and there in a blink it falls a part.
As always I sat there, slowly drifting into oblivion in to blissful peace, yet I crib I am alone I complain about my solitude when I crave it the most I still sit there and complain.
Finally I am where I have wished I would find peace, yet there is none to find.
Why do we care about scripts when we have none why do I care a bout a stage that does not need me? Why am I haunted by questions I left behind with you why am I so far away from what I seek?
Why do I ask the question why?
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