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Wednesday 13 April 2011

Tortoise.

Tortoise

Theres something holding
I cant go on
all icey
is what ive done wrong
lamp posts seem to lose the way
now im nothing
aint got mind to say
Oh this life dont seem right
electic lights stop shining bright
patterns never like to
ive forgotten every time
Anyway i was dancing on the top buried dreams beneath the grass behind the garden glass memories
starting trojan cartwheels spinning drops
with spiders writing fancy webs
stuck inside my leaking head
i cant remember what to say
dont know how to play the game
thought it wase all make believe
until i learnt there is no dream
sand comes knocking on my grave
when im asleep i cant awake
fear calling out to the night
this noise that sticks gives mares
the fright
there is no-one
that was my sleep
now im awake yet cannot dream
for im a ghost of you that live
a mirror that cannot give
more than any of what you are
for every earth needs a moon
of never forever ending blue
running waves
gone mute
reflections dive
into my eary seas
walking on snap shells
full of angry sheep
that bleat out loud
to break my dreams
when i listen
run run run
the answers
always
not to be
let me rest
in pieces
by the sea
now im awake
please wont you
snap snap snap
rest in peace
anyway

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