Monday, September 1, 2008

Life

Life is a moment in space
A brief moment of human race,
Human race with a blind trace
Trace to find is much a waste.

All to be found is only pain
Blue pain that drives life insane,
Insanity that leads to lonely lanes
Lonely lanes that make the heart faint.

Black heart’s become a golden classic
More fragile than years of jurassic,
Years of memories are getting thick
Bitter memories are making the mind sick.

The old mind’s drowned in loneliness
Loneliness soon to see plain sadness,
Sadness that yearns for sweet tenderness
Tenderness to tame sleeps of restlessness.

Sleepless nights full of peaceful dreams
Dreams impossible to hold, it seems,
I shall surrender my blood to the Queen
And when the world cries – I win!

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