The wheel
The wheel
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Days go by,
and I'm still standing here waiting,
waiting for the day to come when I can leave this all behind,
and I no longer need to dwell in the past.
When the shattered pieces of my mind have been found and put together again.
And I'll see colours again, apart from the colour red,
and my blood will have no meaning anymore,
and I will no longer need this pain.
I will be free again,
free until I can take it no more and everything starts all over again,
like a sick, sick circle.
For that is what life means to me:
a wheel that will not stop turning and messing around.
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Days go by,
and I'm still standing here waiting,
waiting for the day to come when I can leave this all behind,
and I no longer need to dwell in the past.
When the shattered pieces of my mind have been found and put together again.
And I'll see colours again, apart from the colour red,
and my blood will have no meaning anymore,
and I will no longer need this pain.
I will be free again,
free until I can take it no more and everything starts all over again,
like a sick, sick circle.
For that is what life means to me:
a wheel that will not stop turning and messing around.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| switi lobi: | Maandag, september 12, 2005 13:01 |
| Life goes round and round, wheels keep on turning....but you can choose your own road. Heb vertrouwen in jezelf....liefsliefs switi lobi |
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| Auteur: space-monkey | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 september 2005 | ||
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