Wednesday, February 3, 2010

aspirent

Thin air the inspirations went into,
Missing were the tools, and
Inexplicable for the feel.

There is no winter, yet I am hibernating.
Dormant and low, the season started slow.
Everything by my side, there is no reason to excite.

I don't really like my flow, sick of all the insincere.
Anyone who been here, see nobody by the side.
I think about the darkness I had.

Feels like I've been travelling on this road too long,
Chasing all those stars.
Need something I can confess, something to get off my chest.
Another perfect line, I don't care if critics jump in high.
I'm gonna give it all away.

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