11.10.2009

It's a rhyme scheme,silly...

Far too long, and the road winds on.
If you cannot get it now,
how can you ever be wrong?
A bad dream, just a moment in the night.
Something in the shadows
telling me that this has to be right.
Can you not hear her singing?
It was the purest sound on the wind!
Crashing around, caressing, clinging,
waking up the dark.
It makes me want to scream at the foolishness
of making this attempted satirical remark.
You scream of revolutions!
But then you taunt me into submission,
telling me that compliance is the best solution.
A character reference from fate
tells me that this could be
the day that made forever a day to late.

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