posted October 20, 2016 12:08 PM
What’s the point in stay in this place?
Where you don’t feel welcomed
Where the banner of leader
Is nothing more than a sticker
What’s the point of living the dream?
If the dream itself turned sour
And the joy of music is now a burden
Every damn time I play with youWell I’ll be damned to stick to my guts
And to keep my mouth shut
But what else can be done
If loving you is a waste of time
You feign love like an actress
And you toss and turn here and there
And pose with pride while deep inside
You barely feel it with the man at your side
I go from town to town searching
For the muse that’s not coming
I meet every woman available
That doesn’t remind me of you
And I end alone in a corner
And the winds are getting colder
I feel frail and exhausted
As I watch the whole world having fun
I run, and I pray, and meditate
But the hope is getting late
The mantra’s now a thin seal
Against the monster that’s waking up
I want to destroy the city
To burn all of its bridges
And kill the sheik of Damascus
And deprive him of his glory
So you dear novelist I wrote this eulogy
As a way to speak out my mind
Whatever’s left of my happiness
You threw it out to the sea
And if you want to stay in your ins and outs
Well I’d quit it all and go
Out of the shadows that I’ve immersed
Since I’ve loved you
Lindaland
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posted October 20, 2016 12:08 PM
posted October 21, 2016 10:40 AM
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